This title says deck,
But there's no ship to suspect,
'Bout a Star who packed buns bouncy boomy
This gal swung a gait
That yee-hawed from the straight
When she strolled, all male eyes would dart, zoomy

Means a "dEck" with an "e",
I, now, play with proud-ly
Pack a' cards to deal "Fifty-two" one row
A carnival prize,
From some claw machine tries
Nude pic deck of dear Mar-i-lyn Mon-roe

This lass was the pride
Of horny celluloid-eyed
Movie fans, mostly males, quite selective
To her films they would trot,
Watch and drool, and get hot,
Often, exiting upright, erective

A doll with pizzazz,
Who put "J" back in jazz
And wowed audiences even in Cleveland
The blonde who'd delight,
Great actress, and bright,
Tho' most fame came from bobbin' and weavin'

Card's photo displayed
Famous pic that was made
For mag, Playboy, it's very first issue
It added the zing
That would show everything
Launch an icon like Kleenex did tissue

"46" was the year
She began her ca-"rear"
As actress and model, and singer
Landing small minor roles,
That would perk up bored souls,
And soon, better parts, films would bring her

By year "Fifty-three"..
She had popularity,
"How To Marry A Millionaire" starred her
In "Some Like It Hot"
Golden Globe, she got,
This sweet angel, whose wings flapped with ardor

Married young, she'd be
To James Dougherty,
Seems a wife role, not her game, was
Next, an altar trip go
Tried with Joe DiMaggio,
New York Yankee star, legend-famous

It, too, ran amuck,
And her last husband pluck
Would be Arthur Miller, the playwright
Painted perfect, at first
But in five years, was cursed
With him, her free ways didn't weigh right

Does anyone know
Of a Star with more glow?
On the big screen her charms gave a sweet ride
"The Misfits" would be
Final movie for three,
Her and Gable, and Montgom'ry Clift died

Loud vibrations she made
With her lush serenade
Sung to JFK on his birthday
Soon, rumors would burn,
And affairs, later learned,
Were not only with John, but with Bobby

Irony was applied,
As she so quickly died
Close to JFK's end from assassin
Said O.D. caused her death
But much mystery left
Hyped conspiracy claims with a passion

I high value this deck,
More than those who collect
When I flip through, it gives me a warm glow
All clothing shed,
On a background, velvet red,
Shows off beautiful Mar-i-lyn Mon-roe

Her legend lives on,
Tho' since "62" she's been gone
Her old movies on TV, still glue me
Superior, she was
And today, no one does,
Measure up to the magic she'd brew me