MASTERPIECE #3476

/// When she walked through the fields in this way,
men who met her would jokingly say,
“Had a roll in the hay?”
She’d quip, “No, but I may,
if my fee you are willing to pay.”

/// Most sex workers would take men indoors,
to a place with real beds and wood floors.
Only she has the balls
to make “hooker house calls”
where outside on a straw mat she scores.

/// All that straw which she’d carry (and wear)
made it seem she had long, flaxen hair.
And it served as an “ad”
that this girl could be had,
though for decades not flaxen “down there.”

/// Handsy customer’s fingers withdraw
when they’re cut by what they never saw.
Up above her left shoulder
is why they are not bolder:
a small hand scythe is lodged in the straw.

/// Seen here After the Hay Harvest, Zina,
used to dance in a Kyiv cantina.
With a young, pretty face,
she had talent and grace,
but was told, ”You are no ballerina.”

/// Filled with shame from this verbal attack,
she quit dancing and took to the sack.
Barred from joining those pros
who thrilled crowds on their toes,
she would earn her bread flat on her back.