Pretty Penny

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!