Roxie and Biff

starting all over in The Magnolia State.

Those ante-bellum mansions

made her think of the slavery

which she had just barely escaped.

The mockingbird's song

seemed to do just that,

and she'd never catch another man

with breasts so damn flat.

She wondered how many different flowers

one can smell before

only being reminded of death.

She prayed each night for

just one perfume free breath.

She has hopes the shrimp festival, come June,

will salt water away the smell of azaleas.

She has always been fond of seafood,

"Heck", she says to anyone, who'll listen,

" I even lived with a crab for years".

Never let it be said Roxie

couldn't be amusing, they all think so

down at the tavern called, Just Thalias.

 

always on the look out for

a girl with a little moxie.

Tired of the beach bunnies that

swarm the resorts

like drones to the queen.

Tired of the "I saw Elvis" reports in the Sun Harold,

Tired of civil war art.

Biff with his 20% Pacagoula bloodline,

wants to steal a Biloxi Princess,

who will listen to his fish tails

and maybe some Bach or Mozart.

 

Shrimp Festival in June

barefooted, broad chested,

Muscles rippling like the sails

of the boats in the Gulf.

Sauntering close enough

for him to hear¦.

Roxie says, as if to herself,

"Now that is what I call one fine

tasty looking southern dish."

Then she let's out a wolf whistle

loud enough to cause notice

up and down the Mississippi Sound.

He said, "My beauty, come here,

introduce yourself with a kiss."

She said, "my name is Roxie Freud

and this is my slip."

As her tongue entered his mouth

A new love story had begun.

 

Roxie and Biff Beebe

of southern Mississippi

name their daughter Phoebe,

and their first puppy, Yippee,

for reasons Biff never understood.