Uppity Miss Priss, the Critic

Uppity Miss Priss, the Critic
January 20, 1999

"The over-illuminating frills of

silver, lace doiles were gaudy;

slumped on a dry, brown coffee table.

An informal get-together was all it

was, all it is.

Overly flamboyant the dress were on

the freakish guests -

Much too much white donned to serve

with only coffee, finger sandwiches,

and a mild bisque,

And the senseless, mouthy hullabaloo;

patrons with pieces of bread unchewed,

sojourned on the lips; a half hitch of

crumbs staged as wet pillows, caught

in the corners of each mouth.

(Get me out of here)

Then they dared to dab and dip

the sandwiches in the scalding

brown bean and water mixed,

And I, the offended, was clearly

but willingly prohibited."

© 1999 Jarrod C. Lacy