We used to think that what we wore in public really mattered. No one wanted to appear in clothing ripped and tattered. But now it seems the custom is to vintage-up our fashion like it has been ripped apart in the throes of passion.
Everywhere we go, bare skin is brashly popping out as though we can’t afford new jeans and it’s a thing to flout. When we gain weight we do not have to buy a bigger jean, we simply use our scissors to augment the space between!
Old men shake their heads in shock and nearly lose their dentures,
and yet these wanton ladies draw their looks as well as censures,
for when they rouge their cheeks, they do not deal with only two. Now they have to prep four cheeks for the world to view.
I worked on this poem for over an hour and when I tried to add an illustration, I lost it all! Nowhere to be found. Nowhere in drafts. Yes, a bit of cussing. I don’t know about you, but after I’ve written something, I forget it completely, so I had to start out again from scratch. This time it went more quickly, though, and although it is generally the same idea, you know what they say about the one that got away!
This time I’m copying it into my sticky notes before I try to save and illustrate it. This is the first time I haven’t done so in a long time and now I remember why I always did so! Image found on the internet. No credits given.
I’m not too keen on spelling judgment without an “e.” It simply doesn’t look right spelled that way to me! Judge like fudge sure has one and grudge and pudge, the same. Judgement makes so much more sense. Judgment is just lame! “g” without an “e” is jug. That “e” when you renounce it, and put a “d” before it? Impossible to pronounce it! Arrangement has an “e” in it, so it just makes sense to put an “e” in judgement, unless you’re really dense! Merriam-Webster has it right when they say to use either. Those that say you cannot just need to take a breather. Those are all my arguments for spelling Judgement right. So now it is not my fault if you do not see the light!!!!
Caught short by the rainy season, I should have known better. Though I’d left home high and dry, I knew I’d soon be wetter. Defenseless in the downpour, I ducked into a store. Just to get some shelter, I rushed in through that door.
I felt that I was lucky as this store was full of stuff, though finding what I needed might be sort of tough. The store clerk shuffled up to me, though he could barely stand— an umbrella just as old as him held up in his hand.
Lucky when I chanced upon this ancient wrinkled fella, he happened to be carrying a really big umbrella! I opened up my pocket book and located a fiver. Now I wouldn’t spend this day wet as a scuba diver!
But when I left that thrift store with my practical new find, I found that I was actually in the same old bind. For opening up my parasol, I uttered “What the heck?” as rivulets of water ran down my head and neck.
The purchase I’d just made, I found, would be no help at all. I hadn’t noticed that the shop was St. Vincent de Paul.* The fault was no one else’s. I know it was mine, solely. I should have realized sooner that my purchase would be holy!
*St. Vincent de Paul is a secondhand store run by the Catholic Church.
The Daily Addictions prompt was Ancient. This poem was published under a different name four years ago.
Grandma’s tired of pussyfooting, Mama’s tired of tact. Daddy has lost his silken tongue. I fear that is a fact. Grandpa has no further wish to sugar coat and pander. We’ve had an epidemic of hereditary candor!Continue reading →
I’m a hayseed sort of girl. I don’t believe in fancy.
To me, anything foreign is likely to be chancy.
I don’t eat things like escargot. I shudder at foie gras.
I buy my shoes in canvas, but never peau de soie.
When folks speak French to order food, I find it most pretentious,
and when they draw me into it, I’ll likely grow contentious.
I don’t like words that prettify. I view them angrily.
Like au courant, je ne sais quoi, pardon or vis-á -vis.
Why don’t folks just eat and say what comes naturally?
I think it’s done to irritate simple gals like me!