The Ballad of Feisty J

in #poetry6 years ago

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I wrote this mixture of fact and fantasy around 1991 about a girl I worked with in LA, Jane Lok originally from the Bay area. But she didn't like me or my poetry. Such is life. 😊

The Ballad of Feisty J

Now hear me tell of a Northern belle
    by the name of Feisty J
Who late at night when the stars were alight
    would stride about in the Bay
No guns she wore as she always swore
    she could kill by the lash of her wits
By the rising sun they'd be dead every one
    who refused to call it quits

Then along came a guy with a glint in his eye
    known only as Bearded Pete
Who wanted his way with Feisty J
    and told her so on the street
She stared him down with a puzzled frown
    then let rip with a fearsome crack
It pierced his heart – one more blown apart
    whom she knew would never come back

She worked with a crew, some old some new
    with a will worked Feisty J
Then through Fate's odd toss she became their boss
    though she was as surprised as they
As it came to pass she just kicked some more ass
    and bit by bit found her feet
Until that day when the gods looked away
    and back came Bearded Pete

She took him in with his covered-up grin
    and looked him up and down
She could see he were feared by his trembling beard
    but still he stood his ground
She was so amazed that he wasn't fazed
    she stood for a moment struck dumb
Then he threw back his head and proudly said
    “It's time, Feisty J, I've come”

She swivelled her hips and licked her lips
    and looked at him askance
“I'm Feisty J of 'Frisco Bay
    and no man's gonna get in my pants!”
They came together, denim 'gainst leather
    she taunted him some more
Then he lifted his wrist and cocked his fist
    and cracked her hard on the jaw

“Oh God,” she thought, “this man I've sought
    could it be that it's Bearded Pete?”
As she fell in the dust, overcome by his lust
    her resolve crumpled up at his feet
He took her aswoon to the local saloon
    and threw her down on the bed
She moaned in pain, so he threw her again
    “Now we're even, dear Feisty,” he said

Their passion arose as they threw off their clothes
    'twas like digging up long-buried treasure
They made love all day till the urge went away
    then did it all night for good measure
They finally wed although everyone said
    they're an odd-looking couple together
But Feisty and Pete thought it all rather neat
    and decided to make it forever

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