Recognition

She daintly lifted the brush, And applied the last finishing blush, She had already shimmering attire on, Now she slunged carousingly the costly fur also on, The gong rang for her, And she alerted her steps to stage, The moment she entered, She turned her steps to a confident languor, Timorously she began to move her body, And swing to the music, As the music changed the strand, They clapped as she hastened with music, She threw all of that they did not want, Music got louder, And she was just standing there with nothing on, They clapped and clapped, She had satisfied men’s need, She professionally heard her closing gong, And was gone, Back in her make up room, She carefully peeled off the layers of her face, And put her normal dress on, Outside the hotel portico, As she was about to drive back home, One of front benchers came forward, And said, Pardon miss what is a girl doing here, Did you accompany some one or come alone.