She had a vulpine set to her features
and a debonair posture as she talked
to the guests. “Are we not all beautiful creatures?”
she enquired as a newcomer walked
to the bar and opened a bottle of gin,
trampling the host’s tourniquet dreams with a twist
of lemon and a discursive argument laid, chin
uppermost, on the parquet floor. Alas, he missed
excising the saturnine smile by a fraction
of a constipated colloquy. “No
problem,” he said. “I’ll schedule a faction
of irritable surgeons to cut and sew
the doldrums in your mother’s soul.” The look
she gave him, priceless; his gift to her: a book.
and a debonair posture as she talked
to the guests. “Are we not all beautiful creatures?”
she enquired as a newcomer walked
to the bar and opened a bottle of gin,
trampling the host’s tourniquet dreams with a twist
of lemon and a discursive argument laid, chin
uppermost, on the parquet floor. Alas, he missed
excising the saturnine smile by a fraction
of a constipated colloquy. “No
problem,” he said. “I’ll schedule a faction
of irritable surgeons to cut and sew
the doldrums in your mother’s soul.” The look
she gave him, priceless; his gift to her: a book.
4 comments:
That's stunning.
Thank you. Some of the rhymes are a little contrived. It needs work.
It is stunning.
I could almost see fringed dresses and a headband with a rhinestone in it pulled tightly across a forehead. Flapperish.
That sounds about right, Aims, thank you.
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