the party is over
the one for that bat,
the one where
they insisted she
wear the rose hat.
she's not fond colors
that don't match
her suit, but gave
in and wore
it, not giving a hoot
but now as the clock
past midnight strikes
two, she’d like to tell
that flying monkey
a nasty thing or two.
peer pressure is dreadful,
so often unkind, next
time that bossy monkey
could get a quick whack,
then she’ll show up to
parties only in black.
For the Record,
This day came in sunny and warmer. We had our end of season Garden Club luncheon at a local restaurant...and I got Raven to wear a witch hat.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
