Poem: "Uppity Ms. Priss, the critic."

Uppity Ms. Priss, the Critic
January 20, 1999
"The overly illuminated frills of
silver, lace doilies were gaudy;
slumped on a dry, brown coffee table.
An informal get-together was all it
was, all it is.
Loudly 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 not chewed,
sojourned on their 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