‘Oh Jeanie, Jeanie’ by H.L. Dowless

OH Jeanie Jeanie

Oh Jeanie, Jeanie,
In a pink bikini,
Way over in a seaside corner
eating strawberries, icecream,
And a cheese covered chili weenie.
Surely your troubles must be
teeny, teeny,
Oh Jeanie, Jeanie,
With the shiny Pregunta Lamborghini.

I saw you standing upon yon hill
During the time of the great disease chill,
You had little time to kill
Laboring in accordance with the surgeon’s will.
I knew the deal,
you had to pay so many bills.

Once I saw you way across town,
With that baggy clothed clown,
You wore a huge frown
With your pretty head hanging down.
A sea of fish your night-time tears must drown,
Story has it all around.

Last evening I saw you out
on Sunset Boulevard
Parading with your drop top down,
Riding among the stars
Where much joy was obviously found.
You never saw me,
Though you looked hard,
Yet so cheerfully,
Jeanie, Jeanie,
In the pink bikini.

I silently eased up with my unique Harley,
And offered you a ride,
Upon those golden shores neath a starlit sky.
We rode for miles,
We surged with the tide.
We toasted life all night.
We lay comparably upon a homemade blanket
By a comforting seaside.
We both wore wide smiles
Greeting a majestic sunrise.

ABOUT THE ARTIST

H.L. Dowless is a national & international academic/ ESL Instructor. He has been a writer for over thirty years. His latest publications have been two books of nonfiction with Algora Publishing, a fictional novel by Atmosphere Press, and fictional publications with combo e-zines and print magazines; Leaves Of Ink, CC&D Magazine, a novel with Atmosphere press, Short Story Lovers, The Fear Of Monkeys, and Frontier Tales. He recently signed three contracts with Pen it Publications.

The author has enjoyed a lifetime of outdoor activities from big game hunting, camping, fishing, and trapping, to archaeological field work in various exotic locations. What he enjoys most of all is meeting freedom loving, interesting creative people, who are also regular dedicated fans of his publications.

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