Doting Old Girl

She's done something gross, that old floozy.
Well, she did it before but as long as she was looking fine
One could assert that it paid off, and so
Only a few bigoted Puritans complained.
Turning sluttery to account, yes, you got it right––
She went commando ever since she came of age;
But clothing the naked elderly is from now on all the rage.
All her equities sagging she should henceforth
Be better covered underneath.

Folks are ruthless, they advance too much on credit, folks.
They love confidence to get aquiver to distraction
They're mad on lending out a brittle trust, pressing upon
Little Miss Hobnob the most insidious accommodations
By accepting the unsoundest promises of just a period
She wouldn't even be aware of.
Folks are making advances
Expecting the favors of one period in return.

But there's never enough eternity on a period's hands
And––thriftily!––beauty subsides all the time.
Especially when the prospect of a quickie
Has gained so much traction.

Folks before were dismissive of efflux, they
Were blithely disregardful of a strumpet's impudence
As long as she'd live up to her own prurience
––And their darling heedlessness.
For there are but greedy ways to wage a war.

However, a bare smashup is utterly beyond the pale.

Got to bail her out with a plain piece of novelty lingerie.

October 22, 2008