slay the debutante

behind the punch bowls and refreshments

we throw our own party to entertain ourselves;

people like us, street farmers, dirty hands, dirty minds,

dress pretty but even-so awkward as hell.

 

'til some over-friendly debutante

with words so sticky sickly sweet,

comes a'traipsing across the carpet

because we're two she'd like to meet,

 

but my girl ain't up for puffed up fluff

she cups her glass and eyes at me

i was raised well enough, she smiles, she trusts,

and i politely stand to greet.

 

her wit always trumps their social interludes

when they try to condescend

making little of their poignant attitudes

so clever i can't hide a grin.

 

our host, her mouth is stuck wide open

in shock by what my love has said

"it was a pleasure for us to meet ", i smiling,

"but i feel the need to dance."

 

her satin gloves take their appointed stance

as our shoes click towards the floor

"thank you for rescuing me", she concedes,

"i don't think i'd take much more."

 

"oh my love,  your graces never cease to amaze me,

how a mouth so foul can kiss so sweetly."

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

i love that your girl scandalized the condescending debutante and left her feeling stupid . isn't it fun to watch from your point of view. you can never tell what you're gonna get just by looking at the person. your girl had a lot of tact as well.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you mockingbird :)