The Long Wait

She struts on the stage in her plunging gown, chic and suave, A salve to these tired eyes intently watching on this old Sony; Roaming the ramp among the ranks of high society wearing The latest Stella McCartney collection straight from London, Or is it a Valentino she is donning, maybe a Ralph Lauren? Run, baby, run ahead of the nasty mannequin competition, I know you can make it, yes, yes, yes, that’s my little girl! And if one day you tire of your world of pomp and glitter, Look not far for I’m waiting back here in our hometown.