Gone Is Our Lisa

(Feeling Poe-ish today.)

Gone is our Lisa and her beautiful legs
I’ll never forget the time
We all were over to Aunt Pat’s place
And voted to enjoy the brine

When Lisa removed her terry there
More than one of us stared
Legs like hers were pricey gems
To touch them few souls dared

Lisa’s face was also cute
It housed a tiny nose
Her smile was wide, always quick
And pleasant, like a rose

Oh Lisa, you’ve left us, gone with your jewels
They’ll never again wade the surf
And to think there’s nothing we any can do—
No sea lies beneath your turf!