We’re in mini dresses cut
Like boxes. Peace-throated
We worship Quant and want to go to London.
Be part of The Scene.
You know.
Lennon is the man of our dreams
In his eyeglasses and black trousers.
George has the looks.
But Lennon has the attitude.
We want to be his muse
In nothing but flowers.
A cigarette rose.
Burning to the heart.
