Sit down dinner, stern security
Political gathering, posh country club
Lafayette Bay, the rich mans' hub
flashing bulbs, rushing anchors
Enter stage left, lady waiter
How do you do Mr. President?
Hand extended for a kiss
Naught one eye stare would be missed
Questions darting to and fro
Staff & media glued, in toe
Stretching ears far and wide
Pining for a story, to be inside
I bid you and your fine lady adieu
It's been my honor to speak and get to know you
Black ruffled apron, white pressed blouse
Steps back into reality's house
"Runner needed, Laura please?"
Need more meat, some mousse and cheese!
Wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jenn. Hope you doing well. You sure look great!!!
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