Don’t spill, don’t fall
Don’t drop the ball
Don’t slip, don’t trip
In heels, but be quick
Don’t you dare cry
Smile, don’t ask why
Shake hands and greet
So many to meet
This is your life
A climber’s wife
Just gloss your pout
And eat your trout.
I love writing short stories for my daughter, who, on the other hand, loves editing my work. I survive my full-time job by writing make-believe worlds and poetry on the commute to work and crafting on the weekends.
#nationalpoetrymonth, adult poetry, social climber, social commentary, sugar daddy, trout
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