Ode to a Name
Dear Ms. Lark,
I hope that is your real name, I think it is just wonderful. In a moment of press release writer's block this fell out ...
(Sorry, I couldn't help it!) ...--- Moira Megargee
Interlink Publishing Group
Lolita Lark, a name that singsIt makes one think of many things,Of Nabokov and birds in flightOf fables, love and sultry nights.Of comic books and hose with seamsOf lingerie and girlish dreams.
Lolita Lark, a name so lush
That of it I can only gush
It sparkles like sunlight on the seas
It wafts like perfume on a breeze.
A moniker deserving fame
It begs the query, What's in a name?
Lolita Lark, the name entices
It is creamy, with a hint of spices
It reeks with intrigue and adventure,
Perhaps of thoughts that one should censor!
Is she a gangster's moll? A spy?
The girlfriend of a private eye?
Lolita Lark, a name that soars
And never, never, ever bores
It laughs, it dances, giggles, sighs,
Across the tongue it flits and flies.
A name with which I've become smitten,
And thus, this silly poem I've written!