YES-SHE-WOULD-BE-SO-MUCH-
BIGGER-THAN-HER-LIPS-IN-
ENGLAND
The girl shakes her hips,
pouts her Mick-Jagger-lips.
Were she in the West
she'd have fame at her fingertips.
In a Far-Eastern go-go,
like a Rolling-Stones'-logo
are mouths with the tongues
that lap up the show.
DEAD DIANA
It is he still pores
over pics of Diana Dors
from when a screen-siren she.
Her old movies, for him,
made her Britain's Marilyn,
a blonde-bombshell to go see.
Now she's dead and gone
he is left with no-one,
nobody to justly-name
the latest Norma Jean -
let alone Brando or Dean -
only Diana fits the film-frame.
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