(to the tune of some old folk song…)
Susan’s eyes are stars at midnight
Jamie has sweet honey hair
Laura dances till each morning
But Mary is my true love fair.
Jenny’s skin is soft as sunshine
Becca’s touch will soothe all care
Karen’s lips could turn a priest
But Mary is my true love fair.
Annie’s breasts are largely lovely
Liz is every young boy’s prayer
Kate has legs from here to heaven
But Mary is my true love fair.
Mary’s skin is pale as paper
A monster hiding in her lair
Mary hates to see the sunlight
But Mary is my true love fair.
‘Cause Mary’s free in bed and hillside
Mary does it anywhere
And Mary’s the only one who’ll have me
So Mary is my true love fair.
*****
M.A. Mohanraj
Edinburgh
December 11, 1993