the debutante
Banquet of chilled foreign cuisine
odd celery with peanut butter and cold beans
blue cheese imported from Iraq
burns holes in ancient crock
a charity ball
the bashful debutante's call
sign donation checks please:
Lost Dalmatian Society
She's spotlighted in white among other gray dresses
slim unlike mayor's wives and mistresses
coiffed and adorned with moist sulfur rose
veneer dance floor polished for skimming toes
young men cracking jokes
slow turtle soup coughing out nose
"Try the celery..it's rather quaint"!
behind the curtain runaway debutante feints
posted by phil at 11:59 PM
5 Comments:
You have set a scene, and made it real...and believable, short and sweet!
Expertly discerning; fine job.
well done!!..enough to make anyone hurl themselves out the window!!
Bravo.....the curtains close and the crowd claps as they stand to their feet.....love this one Phil....the rhyme is perfect...made me smile!!
Cold beans? I'd run away, too. Great scene!
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