Oh sure,
they’re a riot,
wearing spats,
performing
a rattling
marionette
version
of Fred Astaire
dancing across
the living room floor
in top hats, tails,
and walking sticks,
big lipless choppers
clacking away
to the beat;
but it never fails,
as your successful
dinner parties
wind down,
while you’re basking
in the glow
of a good Cabernet
and the admiration
of your most
cherished
friends,
they will peek out
from their dark closet,
grin a big toothy grin
and wag a boney finger
at you,
threatening
to reveal
your most
humiliating
secrets,
exposing you
to public
ridicule.
About the Creator
Richard L. Boyer
A devoted student of life and its fabulous twists and turns. Trying hard to enjoy each minute of the journey. Expressing my thoughts, ideas, observations, and emotions through poetry, fiction, and the occasional essay. Feedback welcome!
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