Pammy

You who always slight, priest's robes of purple hue, should see these cotton stripes, like the sea of shanks, your smile arrives on cue, beams while I sink, put on my crass disguise, a lover of the dunes, try to make myself wise, she hugs like a tank, asks me why so blue, your hair is not yet lank, it blows around your eyes, Fox TV's fake news, that's no bridge of sighs, you're no dismal crank, give your heart some room, I'll call you Hank, she will pay these fines, there's nothing she refuses, her outrageous shine, makes me laugh like Jesu.