Llama Puts On Airs
llama arrives in the tea room all polished and puffed up
putting on airs, as if she is almost too chic to dine or sup
persnickety, pampered, and proud of her new sophisticated look.
She looks like she has just written an uppity etiquette book.
We try to ignore her, maybe she can find another table in which to dine.
Scoot over, says my empathetic cousin. I roll my eyes and say “fine.”
Llama is batting her fake eyelashes and flashing her high heel shoes.
I pointedly do not speak to her until I remember she owes us dues
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