to oppose Miss Millington's hat.
Her spectacles cause learned men to brawl in the snow of the quad
like boys.
The Monsignor admires Miss Millington's gloves
because they inspire emotions not cataloged in the regular catechism.
Mullahs and Minoans cut in to dance with her
while philatelists paste her profile onto postage stamps.
Do you know Miss Millington?
Everyone does. Everyone celebrates her.
Miss Millington drips furs and peacock feathers.
Kings offer their backs as step stools, at the door of her limousine.
She sets the style.
She has the smile that artists go mad to capture.
But what is this?
Brownie the cockeyed dog has soiled her dainty shoe!
He grins,
better satisfied than all her admirers stacked together.
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go, brownie, go! take that insufferable b*tch down a notch! :P
Ha! I hate to start quoting, but if I was prone to that, I would start with the spectacles, run through the Mullahs, Minoans, and philatelists, then crash and burn on her dainty shoe.
Then I'd need a bath, after Brownie and all. Deviously excellent, Shay.
BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh golly me!!!
I needed this - what a good laugh for a Sunday morning. I literally held my breath past every delicately worded couplet and expelled it all on the last lines.
Take a bow. (And one for the bow-bow.)
Having just spent a few days in Beverly Hills, I feel as if I've seen a few of Miss Millington's kin. And the Mullahs and Minoans too. You've captured the essence with your keen eye and sharp mind.
yes, you can always count on dogs to do the right thing.
This is just brilliant. Beginning to end brilliant.
haha...i am rather fond of that pups...yes, makes me think of being 'forced' to watch Downton Abbey recently...i rather relate more to the servants in that...well kinda, they are far too compliant....ha.
The opening cracked me up. When I read that armies were after her hat, I knew for sure that this was going to get really good.
These are my favorites:
"Her spectacles cause learned men to brawl in the snow of the quad
like boys."
"they inspire emotions not cataloged in the regular catechism"
"philatelists" It excites me when poets take the opportunity to teach me new words. How else will I learn them if you don't incorporate them into your writing?
"Miss Millington drips furs and peacock feathers."
"Kings offer their backs as step stools"
I must confess, I really liked her and sort of wanted to paint her myself. I was bummed when the pup soiled her shoes. Poor thing.
This poem certainly caught my eye ... I was Ms. Millington for eight years! No furs or peacock feathers, times I didn't even like her ~ or him.
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