Chapultepec Straw Man

 

Four well-dressed guapas with permanent smiles
Bind him alive with the finest of twines.
They dress him in white stockings to the knees,
Add velvet knickers, a blazer, and tie.

His hand waves like a matador's on a bull
As he chariots their shoulders to the park.
They leave lipstick on each of his cheeks
Before laying him on their big white blanket.

Then the ladies become tramp-o-line legs
And make him do flips that you'd never try.

He seems to stop whole minutes in the sky
Then dive back into their laughing white lake.

At a last count of three they hoist him high,
Place the blanket aside, and make a break.