Olive Exposure

Olive was vibrant and deliberated in awe in front of her wardrobe Should she put on that glorious fox pelt for the night’s Hunters Ball Surely it had to be politically correct and she would claim her place In the hearts of those killers she had to write about for the Morning Post But she decided for something less tainted and went more en natural The emerald dress with a shade of sage and chartreuse trimmings Loosely woven to show off her figure and pleasing for the crowd After all she was a woman of firm beliefs and tantamount beauty A lime stola for the stage light and forest green to harbour her bust Moss and pine reinforced buttocks and myrtle sap silk to cover her crotch You can’t wear that honey it’s near translucent and far to risqué Its my nature to reveal what is out in the open and easy to see A statement so please now hand me that praying mantis whip Covered in bio-degradable material the reporter put on mascara Jade eye liner and mint lipstick made from ground clover and laurel Front page she thought and a tad androgynous for a man’s taste But Olive was a seductress in name and ready to dance for her cause They will be bilious with sheer envy when they undress me tonight Her garments were made from hemp shamrock and cyan feathers A bit of sea weed and a shiny perlemoen belt for modesty’s sanctum Octopus ink dotted around the little sea horse brocade ready for the kill Let’s find out who is the wolf in sheep’s clothing and who rules the party It is not over until this lady sings to the crude fanfares of animal cruelty My malachite shine will torture those bigots and hypocritical beasts And a bit of irresistible irritation has to expose their cunning bushy tails Before I put muzzles on their hounds and phallic antics and beat my retreat The headline in the paper read Predators in Read Coats Impaled on Spurs And a photo showed a foxy young woman presiding over her fallen prey 05th December 2019