Queen of Pinups
Bettie Page, the fabled Queen of Pinups,
nude, filled photographs in magazines
for men that lined their lockers, while with chin ups
males worked off frustrations that as teens
they learned to hide. But Bettie seemed so proud:
a lace-and-leather kitten-with-some-whips.
Her trademark bangs and heels had drawn a crowd
of fans, and later look-alikes with lips
of neon red had stirred a renaissance.
Such cheesecake in a classic Santa's cap
or leopard skins -- the wink of sex that haunts
the male, had loved to find a willing lap.
But at her end a change of course was made,
advising Billy Graham's last Crusade.
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