Tastefully turned out

poem

 

 

Tastefully turned out

 

 

I glitter at my husband’s side.

 His clothes are chosen carefully

to be a perfect foil for me.

To display all my finery.

 

My husband show his quiet pride

 his delight in escorting me.

To let the other people see

 that we are dressed impeccably.

 

We make it obvious that we have tried

 despite our age to show that we.

Still retain the expectancy

 we’ll be treated respectfully.

 

It’s up to us and we decide

 A discreet choice of jewellery

will show our credibility

 When we are dining publicly

 

14-Feb-08