the Empress of everything flounced away
an opening line for a folk dream or play
straight out of a grade school roundelay
I have long wanted to assay
having been cut down to ever pinking sheared smaller size
by so many Empri over a lifetime
and in a democracy, too.
The Empress flounced away
and as she did, the flounces of her
one off pinafore were flouncing too
each bead asparkle
needless to say
at tea for the day
given the Grand Tour of
her wardrobe
you would have noted as I did too
a flouncy dress in every shade
and a flouncy brimmed hat to match
trimmed with the flounciest flowers
straight out of Walt Disney's
Alice in Wonderland.
snapdragon city.
years went by...
chapter two:
I saw the Empress waiting in line not at all
promoting herself to the front at the Fontainebleau
and airily she stepped on my unflounced shoe
with her hard as rock crystal one
some people she flouncily crooned
eyeballing me, with a flounce of
a much bejeweled hand
ring upon ring and pearlescent nails
and that was the last time before jail
I saw the Empress of Everything
zing a zing zing and the pie with blackbirds
in it,
make it into a cream pie
I told the deli
with rhubarb jelly
then proceeded to launch it
and went home to the telly.
feeling so welly.
just woken up
and out of that helly.
mary angela douglas 29 november 2022
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