MISTRESS MARY

                   

        I bought a suit 

                then gave that suit away.

        "It goes with everything!" 

                so said the clerk.

        Not so. 

                My brown belt 

                made the pants looked gray,

                but then the black belt 

                somehow didn't work. 

        I swear, by day 

                I'd call the color stone,

                but underneath a lamp 

                it could be sand.

                In photographs 

                it had a purple tone.

        It seemed by plan perverse, 

                but just looked bland. 

        Please tell me 

                why you contradict your boss; 

                claim yourself vegan 

                at a bar-bee-que;

                at "Daddy's temple" 

                wear your "Mommy's cross."

        You must know 

                it's a pain to be near you. 

        Your answer to each offer's 

                always "Nope."

                Go die. 

        I bet your cosmic aura's taupe.

 

 

Reviews

[Richard]

I think we have all had something that looked so good at the store but when we get home it just didn't match or work with anything. This poem was very funny, it seems you are a voyeur to the world sharing your wise insight with readers. I love the use of colors here and their ever changing hues, just like us. LOL well done fellow poet. Well done.

[RSalassi]

Your title tells us you already know the b***h is contrary, but your colorful search to hit the nail on the head truly indicates sophisticated writing...and a facile mind, but most telling is the author's uninhibited sense of humor while doing so.

[Donald Meikle]

One. this deserves a great revue.
Two. I'm laughing too much to do it.
Three. I have a suit to wake me in.