Her hips were made to
swing
They move with that certain
sashay motion
While her feet fit into spike heels, smoothly
As surely as fire engine nails slide into
Kid leather gloves
Although parts of her anatomy are imperfect
Her movements are unmistakable
Sending out messages that no one could miss
"
You make up for your lack of décolleté
with je ne sais quoi "
Said her French professor
Who had first hand knowledge
Of her infrastructure