Has Anybody Seen My Gal?

a poem by Zeke

this gal called E
is five foot three
to give fair due
she’s five foot two
and a half sans shoe
such crucial facts
her dad’s memory lacks
given half a chance
five foot two
eyes of blue
cootchie cootchie cootchie coo
and this is why
numbers ending in five
round up


a solid bet the E you’d get
should that era run on yet
she’d fit the lyrics of that tune

turned down hose spoon from nose
fringe and feathers from her clothes
she’d dance the charleson night till noon

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