Audrey H

Oh!
woulnd't it be loverly?
Eliza D.
or Holy G.
Ma fair baby,

Her best Angie D.
is my worst Judy G.
as the lil' Dorothy
and her little dog too!

Woulnd't it be loverly?
Absobloomintly Hepburn
The smile of Eliza Doolittle
'tho mad as a hatter
she is still as fit as a fiddle
and even Audrey outsings Liza
No daughter of Garland
can conquer Eliza,
No cute baby Judy can sound,
as Holy as Golightly
When she raptures in song
everyone around.
She's got a funny face
that features Betty Davis-like eyes,
so you can stare at them for days,
and below, a smile, and when it does, a goddess dies,
Audrey Hepburn jad a river in her mouth
and when she sang Moon River you were ferried by her voice,
From the heights, from the falls in her throat,
down south,
to the bottom o'the ocean, the pit ay'her stomach,
a place only for boys,
Oh Sabrina, Sabrina!
How your name shines so brightly,
Oh! Your name how it stings!
Oh! Your lips, how they freeze!
Oh! Your hands, how they burn!
How your face hurts so badly but so Holy,
Holy girl!
Holy name!
Holy Golightly!
On my name, yours stings, for this ache is only crazed fling,
Other lips, yours can freeze, on the screen cinemascope tease,
Little hands, tiny fingers,
Oh the flame! Oh the flame!
That sets the name,
Audrey Hepburn,
The only thing you lack is what you need not,
like your own Barbarella
or being Brigitte Baradot,
And baby, don't you worry now
Julie Andrews ain't got shit on you
Although she snatched Mary Poppins from your mouth,
Bow,
Humbled & graceful,
and 40 years from that,
you can take comfort in who is gonna be the bigger cult icon,
You made Capote sound sexy,
and you made sickly-thin look good,
You are the Hepburn that saved the kin,
and you also saved Capucine...
(cont.)