My friend’s grandson—young, handsome, buffed (tattooed
Delightfully on his left shoulder, arm—
Defensive football star)—I call him ‘Dude’—
Came by, yestermorn, with a woman. Charm
Pulsed off her skin (melodious aura),
Dressed exquisitely from pert neck to knee,
Exotic bouquet—feminine flora—
Her (unsurprising) name was Brittany!
I wondered where she’d spent the previous night
And sensed she needed to depart this scene.
I asked if she had to go to work—fright
Dispelled her charm—salacious term, obscene—
Her smooth brow collapsed, three vertical lines
Displayed her horror at that ugly word
She saw me as a lout, all unrefined
Her nose repulsed as if she smelled a turd!
To think that such as she would have to work
Exposed me as a stupid, clueless jerk!
(12/20/11)