love song for calyx

 the anatomy  insists we smoke
old maid virgin weed, keepem away from the menfolk
for the best effect. after all, when you have
the perfect princess, you don't want her genetics
messed with by stripping out half of it
to be replaced with , well who knows
where these suitors  come from
blown in on some breeze or other-
of uncertain parentage, unbred, in a word,
wild.
 our ladies
need to let their hair
 grow long,  sweet
 tendrils curl into the sky victoria,
fill  your cups and celebrate
let your hair unfurl.