Beg pardon, man, but there are all kinds of Ladies!
Lady Di. Lady Day. Lady Bird. Guess there’s Larry Bird &
Big Bird, too. Lots of Birds. See this picture? That’s me
in my polka dot plastic blouse w/ the polka dots you-know-
where-hoo. Johnson’s not my real name, no, not at the moment.
On occasion I fancy that I’m the Lady who Lyndon B
passed up: Lyndon B & Lady Bug 4ever! 2gether! 6cess!
I like to describe my age as Advanced & my condition as Fair.
Do you know the Lady Bug?, it’s my dance, I still do it,
arms out like a hoot, hands on yr knees, make you see spots!
In regard to Lady Bird—did she eat seed? Did she have wings?
A beak? Beg pardon, man, but there are all kinds of Ladies!
I go as Ladybug, I go as Lady Bug, I sprinkle nutmeg
like a liberal, but a pinch, even on a glass of Sweet Lucy.
[NaPoWriMo Sonnet #23. Too, see The Looks Dept.]