To The Goodwyfe
This is me being playful, beleive it or not. Because I have been known to dress to the nines of all nines…just to walk in the park. Audrey, eat your heart out. WINK!
To The Goodwyfe belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical and WMGYou would be proud of me
I suppose.
In my salt and pepper shift and cable knit hose.
Locks of my hair, expertly twirled.
I, the example of a delicate girl.
Could I
be more of a slave
to my fragile sex?
I smell faintly of
little pink flowers.
Matte leather bowed Mary-Janes
my nose, appropriately powdered.
Clean underthings, silky and recently bought,
to cover every
one
of my
dirty
thoughts. (shhh!)
Could I
be more of a slave
to an old fashioned society?
I dont ride a bike
‘cuz its not lady like
To do anything that would cause my legs to spread.
I wear dainty hats
and you can imagine that
they’re really to block any useful ideas
from my
pretty
little
head. (I never!)
You would approve of me
I suppose.
That I wear a slimming corset,
and no one will ever know.
Could I
be more pleasing to the eye?
Assume any position but one dripping with grace…
well….
I’d rather die.
-Eigna
Vincent Sapone
Lovely, I dare say. Kudos.