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State-of-the-art motorized assault battleship
She was Remco’s new Fighting Lady
Christmas 1960
I wanted her more than anything
First saw her, Saturday morning TV
Most beautiful woman I had ever seen
Complete with gun-tracking system
rotating pom poms
ash can depth charges
functional plane catapult, and a landing boat
Vividly imagined myself on her bridge
giving commands
steering her
through dangerous Japanese-infested waters
Her two-tone gray body
complete with U.S. Navy insignias
gave me goose bumps
as only a beautiful woman can do
Longed to possess her
Fill my out-of-control boyhood urge for control
Prayed Mom and Dad would approve
of my Christmas marriage to her
To my delight they did
Come Christmas Day, there she was
in her tan and red box, with a red bow
waiting for me under the Christmas tree
Eventually, other women caught my eye
but at nine, she was most special
To this day I wonder
whatever became of my Fighting Lady
Poetic Alchemist 