Shades of Eliza

google images from “My Fair Lady”

Day Two of April Poetry Month
imaginarygardenimaginarygarden  Still Getting Out of the Starting Gate  Imagined By Outlawyer  “Anything even remotely equine!”

 

Momma always told me, “Be a lady”
cross your legs only at the ankle
speak softly and respectfully
never argue or shout, make your
point then walk away from a fight.
Usually, I can and do. But there
is no holding back when I’m in a hurry
and the car ahead idles under the green.
Then I sedately roll down my window and
respectfully articulate my request
(with a polite tap of the horn or two)
“Move your bloomin arse!” Please.