A Starlet's Pity Party
I can’t believe I’m underneath this tree
and stuffed inside a long old-fashioned dress.
In Spain (not on a rock!) I was to be
on holiday, away from all my stress!
Valencia, your beaches call my name!
My friends are celebrating life, while I
repeat dull scenes, the price I pay for fame.
I’m sweating in this gown. I just could die!
My co-star is so green he hardly knows
the script. How long before he gets it right!
My friends are dancing where the red wine flows,
while I’m rehearsing lines in bed each night.
It can’t be soon enough - I’ll lose this gown
and be far gone from this “quaint” English town.
See the picture that goes with Isaiah's Distant Thoughts Poetry contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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