And Then

And then .. Poem Lionel Derbyshire And then.. Escort the gent.. That annoy Man about a woman On the long wait Of her dress up But then.. The afterward will Be splendid When the deal is done The beauty of her Smart on your arm. Before then .. She vexes and maddens And makes the blood boil Too much wick and tick off The man go nut's He is in rut to go. The stockings go up The lipstick on. The right way ? Thats right Her head rotate's "How do I look Is this colour right" Inquiry ? "My hair is sitting In the chair" She complains Her miff continues As if the mirror foils She twist round and round My blood boils As she pencils Her lips red for minutes Till it ends. But then ! When she grabs my hand After make up The twist starts And another gent In the foyer Get's the goat. I feel A millionaire When she leads Me arm on in Those stilettos Balanced and poised. And then.. All worth the wait We look so good And me I feel like the main lion In the den. The ribbon on the cuflink What a hit ! creamed ... And then On the floor We dance with flair Supreme la belle le beau ..