Beauty Contest

Pretty is a pretty does

Beauty Pageant

Naked as a vintage grape is Vasalina Virginitita

Glowing oily in a noon day Sunday smile

A Spanish flower power child in full bloom

On display outside she wears no shoes or clothes

Pure thoughts fill her vacuous minds emptiness

Stripped of meaning walking queenly as she goes

Almost serenely collegiate with an air of confidence

Discretely open, side by side with her narrow thoughts

As narrow as the cobblestone streets she walks on

On campus and later into the hearts of fans and judges

Who grade her on the scale as a perfect 8

Beauty contests start this way

Separate the pretty from the ugly ones

For gifts and fame so she states abruptly

Step aside my ugly friends and followers

Vasalina must claim her prize

By virtue of being pretty since you are not

Author's Note

What is in the eye of the beholder?