A buck twenty-five
one could see the Graduate
and how seductive
Mrs. Robinson
was portrayed by Anne Bancroft.
She was all an act...
You were the real thing.
In infancy, a charmer,
so your mommy gloats.

Just thirty three cents
one could fill up at the pump,
and for even less
his stomach on bread
from Sunday to Saturday...
but eyes filled up with
bewildered intrigue
when caught by your winking eyes
somehow sexual.

Only a quarter
one shelled out for a letter
a penny for gum
at the candy shoppe...
but how sweeter the deal was
of God to send you
with that angel face-
but, too, a devilish smile
enticing to match.

In '67,
the 737
from Boeing was born
and too the debut
of Morrison and the Doors...
but the greatest din
was the oohs and aahs
from all your female gazers
so wooed by your coo!

No Nobel Peace Prize
awarded that war-torn year
succeeding others
in the Middle East.
Arabs and Israelis fought-
the latter side won,
but to the victor
no spoils... although for you- yes
of fuss and fondle!

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