FUNKY DRESS

You should’ve seen her

 

She wore a funky dress

That clung to her body

Like a second skin

Of shimmering snake scales.

 

She was lithe

And full of grace.

 

Whenever she walked by

The Vultures smoking cigarettes

Followed…

 

A whole flock…

A thousand hungry eyes…

 

With a kittens purr

And a sly smile

Full of promise

She caused

A riot

An uproar

Of fluttering hearts

 

©workingclassproduction.com, 2016

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