Run-Around Rose

I know of a lady named Rose,
Who runs around town without clothes,
In sunshine and rain,
I think she's insane,
She shows off much more than her toes.

And then there was Heather*, we know,
Who's feathers she wanted to show,
But not like our Rose,
Who loves to expose,
Our Heather quit that long ago.

This new girl is more of a vamp,
While Heather was only a scamp,
Our Heather was sweet,
From head to her feet,
But Rose is no more than a tramp.

*read "Heather's Feathers" for a complete history.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul