La tuxedo banquet
“La tuxedo banquet” The invite read
An annual event for the ‘A’ class grade.
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| 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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