Victorian lady, in her finery plumage, layered
soft chiffon petticoats, ruffle neath her dress
Poised in the parlor awaiting prosperous suitor,
Fanciful beauty, in lavish trappings to impress
Impatiently waiting for a gentleman caller,
she emits this pretentious allure
Hoping to avoid a long, lengthy courtship,
she has urges only marriage can cure
A man waltzes in, there's a subtle grin,
He detects an agreeable surge
She replies in kind, on her state of mind
They agree to an acceptable merge
Before the judge struck his gavel, she began to unravel,
her petticoats and corset had lost all their hold...
No marriage to keep, he ran like a sheep
As her layers began to unfold.
Petticoats and corsettes'
The humour designed in the poem, is more than a bit naughty and even a little bawdy and invitingly so too. The picture you have included to go with the poem captures a time and place, well known for it's ever widening gulf between the poor and the toffs the well off. Liked your poem very much a humours read and a good write.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Excellent humour depicted Mr Deep .
©bishu
I like it
Did you have a model ?
In mind
When she started
To unwind
I have to catch- up on everything
Always behind
Which reminds me
Later Bear