Bouffant

My house was on the avenue
The neighbours lived down the road

My hair was in a bouffant

Theirs in pigtails and bows

 

We had bureaus in the boudoirs

Filled with negligees and camisoles

They folded PJs and undershirts

Into dressers, or onto chairs, let them fall

 

At dinner, we sipped on Merlot

In the salon, we perched upon divans

They lounged about on couches after supper,

Ate pizza with their hands

 

We were chichi before it was chic

And bewitching and beguiling

They were down to earth

And always seemed to be smiling

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October 25, 2017