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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Thursday, 10 October 2013

Tuxedo series; A love charade in poetic grandeur

La tuxedo banquet

“La tuxedo banquet” The invite read
An annual event for the ‘A’ class grade.
We found love in a hopeless place #Conjolted
We found love in a hopeless place

I wiped the mirror of its fog
and behold; a picture perfect dog.
My tux barked classic,
such fine knitting I looked plastic.

I pulled out the sleeves of my shirt,
dusted off my sill shawl lapel,
patted down my trimmed haircut,
and slipped onto my feet, Hermes belle.

I drove down in Porsche,
pulled up close enough for the valet,
then walked up the stairs with exquisite cachet.
Where I met a lady who struck me like touché!

Who was sadly a peonage that played as an usher,
so I handed here my trench coat and decided not to bother.
Sliding it off unveiling my smother,
then I was led to my sit by another.

Besides me was a gorgeous woman in red,
who by the hands of riches must have been breed.

To be continued... Or rather typed out.

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