Came With the Wind

Scarlett languid in the sun
Sipping her fifth mint julep
Gentlemen callers at her feet
Lick the ground she walks on

She strikes them with her parasol
Returns to the plantation
A rogue awaits in her boudoir
A suave sadist known as Rhett

He flicks the lash across her breasts
Not breaking perfect skin
Scarlett blushes, prepared to swoon
But Rhett frankly doesn't give a damn

The bodice is the first to go
Then her petticoat is in tatters
Scarlett stands pale and naked
Her pride gone with the slightest breeze

Rhett provides hell to the southern belle
The lash applied, and then his tongue
Scarlett emits her "fiddle-dee-dee"
And makes up her mind to come

When Atlanta burns they take their leave
Disdaining further war
That ill wind is blowing from the north
But tomorrow, she insists, is another day.