Talk consists of
how well the children are doing
the continuance of legal
banking and medical dynasties
and the latest travel destination
I can feel myself swooning
resolving never to do this again
I look discreetly at the clock
Something is wrong
the hand has hardly moved since I last looked
I am the accomplished handbag
invited here to add interest and
sing for my supper
I am not doing a good job of it today
I am having an animated conversation
feigning interest while dreaming
of running away to Mexico
dancing with Pam's Mariaci Band
I have mastered the art of
dreaming with my eyes open while
conducting a meaningless conversation
a fake smile plastered on my face
With luck I will never need to do this again
Lively description of the kind of celebration we all attend once in a while :)
ReplyDeleteOmg I've been there. I want to run to Mexico. (I've yet to write today's poem.)-Irene
ReplyDeleteThis was a wonderfully inventive take on the prompt. Slap ass social commentary.
ReplyDeleteRegards,
Doug.
Pack your bags Irene...we're on our way!
ReplyDeleteDon't dream, just go for it!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your visit, and I'm still smiling about your comment. That's the type of reaction that makes it all worth while...
Didn't know you sing, Rall. Give us a song, that'll liven things up!
ReplyDeleteThanks Stan I am glad you joined this challenge.You give good advice and good poetry!
ReplyDeleteI've had far too many visits like that!
ReplyDeleteCouldn't do it anymore. Am now officially hermit. Thanks for the reminder why.
ReplyDeleteAlso: nice tip of the hat to Pam's poem.
let's all meet at casa pamelita
ReplyDeleteLove "the accomplished handbag." Seems like we all have to go to these functions once in a while, don't we?! You've nailed it!!!
ReplyDeleteYou betcha Bessie May Mucho!
ReplyDeleteRall,
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the prompt. And btw mi casa es tu casa ;)
Pamela
R, I've been at this lunch also, sometimes the fake smile is the most honest thing. Curious, is this Pam's band our napowrimo Pam?
ReplyDeleteOur Pamelita is a sensation but the picture is not actually of her band . I don't think she has her own mariaci band but just give her time!
ReplyDeleteThese Bourgeoisie lack a discreet charm, and I can see wanting to run away with the Mariachis. Thanks for bringing this waking dream to my eyes :).
ReplyDeleteGood poem - been there, got caught in that. I'm afraid you will have to do it again, you know. Good talent - to appear attentive when you're really alseep or running off to Mexico.
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ReplyDeletebehind a guitarron
croon, pamelita, croon
You made we wince with this. Really. Very good.
ReplyDeleteThanky'all for your generous comments.
ReplyDeleteHasta la vista amigos!