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Greek Festival, the Sequel

The food was indeed, Greek.
My first Greek Frappe!
A most divine, heavenly treat.
Gods must have created this.
So far beyond good!
In gigantic glasses,with ice chips.
It was as good as an Ouzo on the rocks!

The Festival on Saturday was terribly
overcrowded,
I wanted to leave,before it started.
Fashion in the USA,no kidding has truly 
grown retarded!

I like seeing men as men, not dressed as 
obese 13 year old boys, sporting baseball 
caps.
And the beauty of women? 
Tossed away like toys, now women
only dress as boys?

My years are catching up with me,
I must hearedtdly admit.
I wanted to run from an American
culture that is so far from fashion
phenomenally adrift!
Like buffalo we were overcome with 
the most fashionably unfit.
I sat with my daughter drinking a
Frappe.
And my only thought was how soon 
and how fast we could get away!

I lost my appetite to eat with American 
bisons!
With god-ugly toes jutting out of
cheap, plastic flip-flops.
Fat leaping out of obnoxious holes on 
jeans of 300 pound women?
Ah, kill me now and let me go to
heaven!

I lost my appetite to eat midst this
hellish plethora of dirty feet.
And hair from hell to top off this
ungodly, human feat.
Then came beautiful girls, their
arms skewed with tattoos so ugly.
My desire to escape hit me much 
more than suddenly.

I did have a Pastitsio, that was
yummy!
Just had to keep my eyes off the
volcanic, bulging tummies.
Thank goodness there were not 
many children there!
Their mothers, the size of German
tanks would have squashed them
into instant mummies!

I did buy an icon of Christos and
Panayiota holding her child
Both in a carved wooden case.
Now this brought a smile to my
face!
And a turquoise evil-eye bracelet 
with crystals, to ward off any
future toe and bison disgrace!

Greek bread we brought to take
home.
I swore up and down to never
leave my home, to roam.
Greek cookies, Kourabiedes,
and Greek bread, seemed to
calm my confused head.

Perhaps, going on a Saturday 
was the worst possible choice.
Maybe I can go blindfolded next
year and hush my voice?
Or not go at all?
Still have PTSD, after what I
always previously I experienced 
as a yearly treat.
It once was like going to a ball!


September 10, 2029

The attendees were not Greeks.

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Date: 9/10/2019 7:52:00 AM
Where has the glamour gone indeed?! Thanks for your very entertaining poem, Panagiota.
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 9/10/2019 11:17:00 AM
It was for fun. I heard Canadian women have far more fashion class. I noticed that months ago on TV. How we dress affects others. Men or women, I think. Even Hollywwod which was once classy is trashy. This includes foull language by both sexes. Hope things change...PR
Date: 9/10/2019 7:24:00 AM
It makes you lose your appetite for festivals. "I like seeing men as men, not dressed as obese 13 year old boys, sporting baseball caps. And the beauty of women? Tossed away like toys, now women only dress as boys?" Hilarious!
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Date: 9/10/2019 7:33:00 AM
Ah Caren!Had you only been with me. I was close to tears...I told someone I saw a 75 year o,d woman dressed like my grandson.oy! Short hair nut up was day-glo green and Kelly green...a lost parakeet perhaps? The women are as I said. Eeeeeks. Panagiota

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