Classic Poem

She is a slender flibbertigibbet
Whose face is painted
Like a bouquet
Of paper roses
In the shop-window
Of a five-and-ten cent store.
Her hair is lurid-yellow,
And her dangling earrings
Of imitation jade
Are garish-green.
Only her eyes, cornflower-blue,
Redolent of peaceful, humming hills
She once had known,
Seem genuine.
But when she dances
In the spotlight's glow,
Somehow illusion grips one,
And she seems
When far away,
To be the golden dream-girl
Of one's lost romance!