March 27

Hair A Mess

Hair a mess.

Me, wear a dress?

I must confess,

Only under great duress.


But I have no need for posh frocks,

My breeches and boots fit just fine.

You might say I’m unorthodox

But dress-up just isn’t my shrine


Why don’t you put on a little makeup?

You could borrow something of mine

“Nah”, as I run for my truck

“But she cleans up so nice” mother opines


Friends would die of shock

If I were to don more than mascara

Never on a daily basis around the clock

Making its debut only the rarer


So let me be

And be pleasantly surprised

When on occasion my debutante ways are remembered

And  you will eventually become desensitized


~Charlotte Greer Slater

July 18th 2011

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Posted March 27, 2020 by Charlotte Von Woffle Greer in category "All of Charlotte's Poetry

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