Prom Night Is Here
Prom
Crepe Paper Streamers
Glitter and Fuss
Fancy Dresses You Can Never Use Again
At exorbitant prices
Fancy Tuxedos
Rented Until the last two don't get one.
Limo.
What?
It's not a wedding, people. It's a prom!
Few will dance.
Most of the boys will stand around
Uncomfortable, stiff in their clothes.
It will be too dark to see the pretty dresses.
Girls will run up to each other, link
arms, and run out,
to the bathroom
For God only knows what purpose.
More lipstick and rouge?
Impossible really
We're all holding our stomachs in,
Steak sauce is now on Jill's dress
The night is ruined.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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