Her golden locks spill over her shoulders
Like crystal clear water
Down a mountain cascade.
Fresh, lithe, impish,
Maid of Valhalla:
Fairest of Scandinavia’s daughters.
Light on her feet she bounces,
Fairly floats across the green carpet
Entrancing the crowd,
Supple wrists, slender legs,
Sensuous, nubile,
Her teasing smile
Holds every male in fascination,
But she is no hallucination,
Maid of Valhalla,
Girl of a thousand dreams
Seems,
And is corporeal,
A real live girl
To make hearts whirl:
Fairest of Scandinavia’s daughters.
[I can’t remember her name but she was really quite something, even though I only saw her on TV.]
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