Robert M. Simmons  

from Morning in Middleborough... (Poems 1991-2006)    

           Venus on Main Street

While shafts of light from heaven sent

herald a most unique event,

and cherubs by the score convene

to consecrate this special scene,

she exits the tanning salon

and turns her tiny cell phone on,

standing where all the world can see

her rendezvous with destiny,

as I record for future time

the features of this form sublime.

Her hair would please a fairy queen,

updated now with spikes of green,

and gold adorns her ears and nose

and other spots, we can suppose.

A halter hung from dainty straps

protects her modesty, perhaps,

but not those jeans so very low

her tummy and her backside show.

On her navel regard a gem

fit for my lady’s diadem,

and on her rear a large tattoo

extends beyond our ample view.

The snugness of her jeans defines

a thong bikini’s graceful lines,

while chain around her ankle rings

to bind her love and other things,

and painted nails upon her toes

will bring my portrait to a close.

If Bouguereau could see this prize,

his Venus he would soon revise,

but act he must with all due speed

for now she mounts a waiting steed

with chrome exhausts and handle bars

behind a lad with battle scars.

Amid the sound that thunder makes

they disappear as pavement shakes

and cherubs scurry to retreat

from their assignment on Main Street.

                        © 2003 by Robert M. Simmons

The Birth of Venus by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

• Next Poem • Previous Poem •

• Home • Author's Note • Contents • Contact •

Subjects: poems about, fashions, cell phones, junk culture, small town life, mythology, satire, poetry, poems

Venus on Main Street