Poems of Humor
The Pawn Shop Pin Up Girl
Poems by
Maurice
She was a Pawn Shop Pinup Girl
She stood out from the guns and knives and other pawn shop treats
Like a head of iceberg lettuce in a sea of sugar beets.
It was then I pledged allegiance to what set my heart a'whirl,
Twas a pistol packin' poster of a pawn shop pinup girl.
I don't know what piqued my interest, but perhaps it was that pose
In her gunbelt bandoleras, breathing gunsmoke up her nose.
A blond bombast of bullets with a heart of gold beneath
Like Hemmingway or Roosevelt, a rose between her teeth.
"Calm ye down!" I bade my urgings, Wonder Woman was not real.
She was just the dream of some poor fool's imaginary zeal.
Yet before me blazing brightly with her hands upon her hips
She stared down from an eagle's nest, a feather on her lips.
She had a little smile with a quizzical appeal
That either said, "Come closer," or "Cut the cards and deal."
It's a look that men have pondered since Eve came out of her shell.
Lancelot got lost in Guinevere's, Pancho Villa knew it well.
Poor fools down through the ages, be they kings or pimply teens
Have spent their lives and fortunes in pursuit of what it means.
Thus, she held me with those eagle eyes, as sure as with a sword
That pierced my heart and pinned me to her bug collection board.
Where I sit, today, a captive of her Mona Lisa guile
With her hammer cocked and ready, and her lever-action smile.
'Cause I've hocked my last resistance to temptation in this world
For a pistol packin' poster of a pawn shop pinup girl.