THE PRAISER (with a nod to Joyce Kilmer's poem TREES)

I think that I shall never see
A young girl lovelier than when she's ten plus three

A young girl whose pubes are beginning to darken with hairs of modesty,
Whose small budding breasts are emblems for sweet idolatry.

A young girl whose naked spartan glory I behold as she runs and jumps
Along the mountain paths, displaying her smooth tapered limbs.

A young girl who might be hearing some lilting pagan hymn
Causing her to twirl and bow, as if she's dancing her very existence!

And so joyously, without the least qualm of resistance,
As she whirls close by, looking up the mountainside at me:

An old guy with two horns
And a goatee.