Flunking Exotic
When I was young I had an idea I could be exotic,
but when in fact I tried, I found my goal to be quixotic.
For even though I thought that I could be like Theda Bara,
My skirt rode up, my nylons ran and so did my mascara.
I spent a fortune for “vamp” clothes, but had no place to wear them,
and they were so tight and scratchy that I could hardly bear them.
This is what finally prompted me to settle for what’s normal.
Exotic’s harder than it looks, as well as way too formal!!!
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/10/17/fowc-with-fandango-prompt/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/10/13/daily-addictions-2018-week-41/exotic
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
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Oh you hit that nail right on the head!
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Ha. Did you have to look up Theda Bara?
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I liked your cute, humorous poem 🙂 > the thoughts of the young and innocent versus reality.
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Thanks, Jaquin. I guess exotic wouldn’t be exotic if all of us could do it!! I bet lots of people had to look up Theda Bara! She even long preceded me, but thanks to my mother, even before the internet, I knew who she was. And what else rhymes with mascara????
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Confession: I didn’t do any research on Theda. I did look up quixotic. You may have to clue me in on the rhyming question. Antique here 🙂
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Nothing else rhymes with mascara–thus the Theda Bara.
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LOL This is hilarious! I never wanted to be exotic, but surely different Never worked out well.
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