In glossy sheen, a vision bright, A pin-up girl, a wartime light. Silk hangs loose, a playful curl, Red lips hint at a whispered world.
Legs like rockets, high they kick, A wink, a smile, a playful trick. Polka dots on a playful dress, A sugarplum in war’s distress.
More than beauty, a spirit bold, A story waiting to unfold. A woman strong, with dreams to chase, Fixed on a smile, a painted face.
But past the curves, a heart that beats, With hopes and fears, life’s bittersweet. A symbol pinned on barracks walls, A distant love for soldier’s calls.
Now faded edges, vintage charm, A bygone era, safe from harm. The pin-up lingers, memory’s hold, A tale of beauty, brave and bold.
