Pretty Penny

Marion Strobel

Her face was as a coin that had been, spent
Over and over in the same excess.
As a coin it had been given, or lent
At times-her little face! The hair that sprayed,
And the blue eyes,
Demure and wise.
Her face as guileless as a coin's clinking
Upon a metal table, her smile as
Enigmatic as a gambler's thinking-
Oh, when she smiled a man was never sure
Whether she had
Really been bad!