Post by anirbas on May 11, 2013 19:51:55 GMT -6
In lofty tones, he said to her,
"You curse to much."
"Yes, I do", she quipped back,
"But, you already know this."
(Musing to herself, if I were a man,
would he even be saying this to me?)
"Have some class." He continued to remonstrate,
in a most arrogant, hoity-toity manner.
(As though he were her father...
And her dratted mother, too!)
She chose to let that one slide,
realizing he didn't understand,
he wasn't walking on water...
He was about to take a ride
across unholy ground...
Instead, she flashed him a surgary smile.
(Thought to herself, oh, no you didn't...)
"I'm old school, afterall." He droned futher on.
"You're old something or another," she replied.
Where upon, he prompty sneezed mightily
baptising her in a fine, icky spray of nasal detritus.
(Appears, the "gentleman" wasn't aware
of the social grace of covering ones face
politely with ones hand or forearm...)
At that point, the incongruity of the conversation
and the situation overwhelmed her, she burst
out laughing, spontaneously, before she said,
"Oh, I see how it is. You blow snot all over me,
but, I need to have some class? On top of that,
you leave your dirty sodded used kleenex
lurking in our covers!" She caught her breath,
to finish her indignant tirade, burst out laughing
harder, the second time around...
Realizing, after all, perhaps...
Perhaps, the fairytale was simply over.
And that was right and as it should be.
Afterall, she could not help being Virginia...
Anymore than he could help being Stanley Woolf...
~Sabrina K Henderson
"You curse to much."
"Yes, I do", she quipped back,
"But, you already know this."
(Musing to herself, if I were a man,
would he even be saying this to me?)
"Have some class." He continued to remonstrate,
in a most arrogant, hoity-toity manner.
(As though he were her father...
And her dratted mother, too!)
She chose to let that one slide,
realizing he didn't understand,
he wasn't walking on water...
He was about to take a ride
across unholy ground...
Instead, she flashed him a surgary smile.
(Thought to herself, oh, no you didn't...)
"I'm old school, afterall." He droned futher on.
"You're old something or another," she replied.
Where upon, he prompty sneezed mightily
baptising her in a fine, icky spray of nasal detritus.
(Appears, the "gentleman" wasn't aware
of the social grace of covering ones face
politely with ones hand or forearm...)
At that point, the incongruity of the conversation
and the situation overwhelmed her, she burst
out laughing, spontaneously, before she said,
"Oh, I see how it is. You blow snot all over me,
but, I need to have some class? On top of that,
you leave your dirty sodded used kleenex
lurking in our covers!" She caught her breath,
to finish her indignant tirade, burst out laughing
harder, the second time around...
Realizing, after all, perhaps...
Perhaps, the fairytale was simply over.
And that was right and as it should be.
Afterall, she could not help being Virginia...
Anymore than he could help being Stanley Woolf...
~Sabrina K Henderson