Modern Girl

(Apologies to JGW)

Blessings on you, modern girl,
With your miniskirt aswirl
Or with turned up pantaloons,
Whistling Louis Armstrong's tunes,
With your red lips redder still,
Touched by lipstick with such skill
That the unsuspecting boy
Knows not, cares not in the joy
Of that first all-out soul kiss,
Pigment played a part in this!
Blessings on thee, modern girl,
Thou'dst give Whittier a whirl!