It is posted in the clubrooms
it is announced in bright electric lights on all the prin
cipal streets, it is rumored, proclaimed, and radio’d
out to sea SOS, SOS
that her hair is all dark and her eyes are all blue
On the busses, at the beaches, in the parks
total strangers are saying, as though they really knew
that she prefers cork tips, likes a rather dry sherry,
does not really care for tea
SOS, SOS
that her hats, that her gowns, that her wraps, that her
shoes, that her gloves, that her flowers
and her past, and her present, and her future, and
even her maiden aunts
the way she walks, the things she says and does
Are all about right
all dead right and dead against the law
But her eyes are blue, blue for miles and miles and miles
SOS, SOS
blue across the country and away across the sea.
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