(to the tune of some old folk song...) Susan's eyes are stars at midnight Jamie has sweet honey hair Laura dances till each morning But Mary is my true love fair. Jenny's skin is soft as sunshine Becca's touch will soothe all care Karen's lips could turn a priest But Mary is my true love fair. Annie's breasts are largely lovely Liz is every young boy's prayer Kate has legs from here to heaven But Mary is my true love fair. Mary's skin is pale as paper A monster hiding in her lair Mary hates to see the sunlight But Mary is my true love fair. 'Cause Mary's free in bed and hillside Mary does it anywhere And Mary's the only one who'll have me So Mary is my true love fair. ***** M.A. Mohanraj Edinburgh December 11, 1993Click here to read more poems.