Poetry About Spain - "Ye Olde Spanish Pussy"
With a made up face, fit for the stage,
The wild cat is ready to leave her cage,
Eight out of ten cats might prefer whiskas to eat,
But this cat prefers to dine out for her treat.
She heads for a spot to let it all hang loose,
This cat's alley is definitely Banus,
Young, pretty Spanish girls stop to let her through,
As they know she could teach them a thing or two.
Stop off at the designers to have a prowl,
Watch the shop girls' fear as they cowl,
This cat's not short of attitude,
Adorned with jewels of great magnitude.
Eighties memorabilia but not the vintage way,
But shoulder pads and power suits a la Joan Collins day,
Matched with a face that's drank the cream,
Foreign counterparts glance back at what they've seen.
Not prepared to age with grace,
A must is a reconstructed face,
Get a close up to see pencil-lined lips,
Complemented by a steady sway of leopard print hips.
Always in the mood to strut her stuff,
With hair all big and styled to fluff,
Low cut tops reveal chest of crepe,
Clothes too small define the shape.
This cat's no fan of work and duty,
A velvet cushion sits beneath her Spanish booty,
Living a life of nine in one,
Indulging in pleasure and having fun.
She glides incognito with an air of mystery,
Survived the constraints of recent history,
A larger than life caricature,
A man made creation denying her flaws.
Determined not to be left on the shelf,
An ever bearing presence so proud of herself,
A toy like creature with pieces to attach,
And a set of like minded friends, who all seem to match.
With the feline sensuality that she oozes,
She presents her sexuality in the way that she chooses,
In a country where age commands you respect,
Older ladies don't hide as one would expect.
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Written by Louise Miller
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