Pink chairs, all fancy-dressed,
Painted faces stuck in a smile.
Come in, come in – ignore the mess.
Sit down, sit down; stay for a while.
Don't you worry – you're all welcome;
Pick up the scones, our lovely guest.
Meet all my friends, chat with them
Giggle with every spoken jest.
Sparkly jewellery around slim necks,
Wrapping around slender wrists;
Inch-long nails with dusty flecks
Shaking hands with rigid fists.
Meet young little Mary in the black dress
With pearls dangling under her ears –
She's like a bird out of her nest;
Wingless and finding her peers.
Meet old Mason with the posh hats –
She's kept a couple of thousands.
Now living with a house full of cats
She's never kept her husbands.
Chat with Leah the fashionista,
Who never fails to surprise us all.
A colossal mansion and successful vista
Yet she is just a pretty doll.
Talk a bit with charming Mrs. Sheldon
The pleasant neighbor next door;
She has children and constantly tells them,
"It's never worth fighting for."
Set aside misery, woe and plight
Have a sip of this herbal tea.
Chamomile? Earl grey? Scented or light?
Take the biscuits – homemade by me.
Hope you enjoyed our little party
And the company of my fellow friends.
Going already? We've got more tea!
This is not yet the party's end.
YOU ARE READING
The Silence of My World
PoetryA collection of poems conjured by an amateur writer. A compilation that reflects the writer's thoughts, muses, feelings, and some was spun fictionally. A miscellany of randomness, with a deep meaning, or just a vent poured out of a pained and tortur...
