Moscow Shop Girl's Anger

MOSCOW SHOP GIRL’S ANGER Never knew quite what wind blew up her skirt Maybe the way I dressed or my shoe’s unbrushed dirt Like a woman scorned, her fury knew no bounds Like when the fox has successfully eluded the hounds The tongue-lashing was the first salvo in her armament Couldn’t even get a word in to show my disagreement Oh but the extremes of modulation in her voice tone Made me glad I could see her and not just be on the phone For the facial gestures and the eyelash lashes she performed Were an accompaniment not to miss in her tirade as she stormed Through Act I into Act II when the hands on hips were a prelude To a theatrical show that simply had to be viewed Then the head was tossed several times for effect And the brushed hair floated around in a circle perfect I’m sure the audience was rapt and about to applaud Had they not seen something about her display which was flawed Her rhetorical questions, her cleft sentences, her exclamation marks Left no impression on her target, like smiling at a dog that barks This guy, they thought, must be deaf, dumb and blind To be so unimpressed by a prima donna performance of this kind? Maybe he is straight off the funny farm and unaware of her sarcasm? Or perhaps he has a weak constitution and is about to have a spasm? They had no inkling and neither did she : the reason for my lack of discussion Was simply that I didn’t understand her spoken Russian. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ... . . . . . . . . . .. Entered in Andrea's Contest SHOW ME THE FUNNY PART TWO