Princess
She stands there in her slinky green silk
Her 4" stilettos and her head in the air
Breathing contempt on me and all that dare
To share that air
Purse full of credit cards and red lipsticks
She waits for a limo and a rich man's party
"Champagne, honey?" I ask and offer her
A paper cup spilling it's sparkling wine
On the pavement
She sneers
"How dare you speak to me, you dirty man!"
And backs away like I have a disease
"Excuse me, darling, I thought you looked thirsty."
I say in the Boston accent acquired attending
The hallowed halls of Harvard
"I know you, " she bellows and hisses like a cat
"You're that despicable lawyer that won the case
In favor of my eleventh husband in court!
And because of that I am only a millionaire
And not the Princess
That I deserve to be!"
I smile a thin smile and pour the wine out at her feet
Like a peace offering and bow
"My apologies, my lady, but my sympathies lay with the Prince
Hell, if I had known you better I would have had
You arrested for impersonating a homo sapien!."
And I walk away and leave her standing there
Open mouthed and fuming
As her limo screeches to a halt.
©by Voo
Jan 12, 07
8:47 p.m.