A candlelit restaurant, where dine the elite
Securing a reservation, a near-impossible feat
My dream date and I, dressed to the nines
The views majestic, overlooking the Rhine
The décor exquisite, in the finest of taste
The service superb, orders prepared post-haste
But the cuisine so awful, my date gave me a glance
Darling, I confessed ~ I ordered the ambience
We’re having a heatwave
our clothes are all sweat-stained
Everyone’s dressed to the minimum
my board-shorts are all dri-wick fabric
and a bikini top hides my little secrets
How hot is it?
Standing still counts as cardio
Still, everyone is suffering beautifully
I’ve got a handheld fan that sprays mist
and getting some rewarding second glances
Those coming ashore from yachts
dressed in Missoni and Camilla couture
act like perspiration is a styling trick
but they’re casually hugging shade,
like vampires avoiding sun
If fashion is fantasy. Sweat is reality.
The heat is very democratic.
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A song for this:
heat wave by Bing Crosby
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youtu.be/lMwZ6LvY7NM
this family was a throwback to the 1890’s I think
they appeared out of nowhere, a wormhole clink?
they were dressed like Victorians in feathers and fur
their child had a ****, and their horse gave a purr
fluffy in velvet gown and fancy boots was the wife
Husband wore a brocade vest and a top hat as sharp as a knife
the children were dressed to the maximum which we do not do
this Victorian family was a throwback to 1891 or 92.
Fortune telling squirrel was dressed to the sevens
She had things to tell us, that puffed some up to elevens.
She had nothing to say to my cousin that weird day.
We left disappointed, no more reason to stay.
It’s odd she had so much to tell the rest of us I said.
No one likes me said my cousin, she’s always full of dread.
She only lasted one week more, my cousin, Ilene.
Which might be what the all-seeing squirrel had seen.
Ghostly Pink and her little dog Tutu
were at the Parisian Café at six after two
They were dressed to the nines which they often do
Rude people walked by asking them for a boo
Ghostly Pink did not give them any attention or reply
But they got a growl if they caught little Tutu’s eye
He does not like to perform for just any old guy.
He preferred people who ignored them as they walked by.
the front of that book said thirty cute bats
Cute bats! What about a bat would be cute?
I shuddered a little at the thought.
Then I looked at the artwork.that accompanied that cover
It was a darling stained glass bat
A bat dressed to the eleven’s.in purple, turquoise and oranges.
I had never seen such a bat!
A cartoonist myself, I had to open the book a whisker.
I found myself staring at some mighty cute bats.
some in stained glass, others on t-shirts or in jewelry.
Many of these bats I had to have!
The book was a cataog, and it cost a mere $28.99.
First impression was now out the window
I bought the book and ordered some of these cute bats
My boyfriend’s a physicist - he finds the universe interesting.
Imagine yourself in Paris, where ordinary evenings can feel cinematic. Maybe it’s the staging of the luminous moon, the warm, flattering glow of gas streetlights, the low architecture that accents the sky - or the wine but there’s a collusion that meshes with the city’s origin myth of romance.
Anyway, you’re dressed to the nines, wearing later-surprise underwear and he’s talking about ‘neural convolutional networks (AI).’
They recognize and filter nebular contamination (whatever THAT is).
Who knew?
You could fill a library with what I don’t know - apparently.
He’s so cute with his smartyness.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a tale of tragic passion.
A little expressive affection will bring him into my lusty orbit.
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Songs for this:
I Can't Help Loving That Man by Björk
Inside and Out by Feist
Silhouettes know they’re loved, day and mostly nights;
When my ball sails the fence, I fetch—two blocks down
And when the dog walks the cat—dragged when she bites,
While ticketed, my name changed to a pronoun,
Love baseball, yet my golf ball, they can’t catch mines,
I’m in shorts and shirttails, she’s dressed to the nines,
She’s in the clubhouse, and I’m in the golf cart,
Begs I, she came; she’s there, I’m here, being smart.
Not a clock watcher, though, I’m told, “You’re still here?”
The wage is great, yet labor can be taxing
Staffed, forty years; polite—but can be austere
Wrote up some, watching union ranks relaxing
I hate writing up folks, or being strict, ugh!
Some tact, less frank, gets smiles, or a shoulder shrug
Double-shift, no-takers, no clock—“What’s with that?”
Worst, are those days, straight two days, I'm left at bat!
The Real Christmas
From Black Friday to Christmas Eve,
presents to purchase and wrap.
Office and family parties, visits to relatives
platters of food and gallons of alcohol.
Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles
and twinkling lights.
Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios
and loud speakers.
Wreaths and decorations to adorn tables,
night stands, credenzas, book shelves.
Lights hung in strings so large that rows
of houses look like runways for planes.
Inflatable Santas, snowmen, reindeer and nutcrackers
compete for space in yards.
Nativities, pageants, plays special music
consume congregations.
Is this the real Christmas?
Or perhaps it is-
A silent night, two thousand years ago
in a dimly lit cave.
A babe wrapped in woolen clothes
lying in a sheep’s feeding trough.
Only shepherds and loving parents
in attendance.
An infant destined to change history.
The future savior of the world.
gorgeous kind-hearted empathetic
motivated lady godiva
usually dressed to the nines
taught her husband a lesson
showing off what he was missing
to the ones he referred to as commoners
They call it pancake ice.
Flipping our minds.
Imagine the river
as maple syrup.
Mama’s at the shore
in an old-fashioned apron,
smiling, waiting
to see if we feast
on all the pancakes.
That is when we know
it is Spring, and
I see her again
dressed to the nines.
I can reach out
and talk to her
and we can talk
of days gone by,
like when Dad cried
for months at a time.
He comes to her
in the pancake boat.
Dad says her lips
taste like maple syrup
…and forever.
Dressed to the nines
Each and every time
Style and charm
Smile, oh sooo warm
Eyes of piercing blue
Old things made brand new
Inside how I melt
And I haven't even felt
The softness of her skin
Or kissed under her chin
But I've thought about it, yes
Yet in words I don't express
Except in poetry
Where I tell all of me
Where all my thoughts are there
With only her I share
My name is not my own
She knows though, her alone
She also knows thereof
That behind it all is love
And yet desire's real
Beyond just how I feel
I don't know what's in store
But I do know I want more
In every way I see
Compatibility
To love her with such ease
I want for her to please
I know I'd know just how
I wish the time was now
What Sara sings is true
In all things, I Choose You
No matter who you ask
If you expect two adjectives
One of them will be fashionable
She is a diva cat, dressed to the eights.
I would have said nines, but that is rude
considering what nine means in the lives of a cat.
She arrived today with a self-portrait bag.
We begged to know where she ordered it.
Of course she had conveniently forgotten,
not wanting to share her fashionable ways
with the rest of us.
Themed distractions, affairs a boulevard,
as elbowed are divided from their minds.
Aloof, queues succeed a ship calling card,
as untrained get on, moons all exit signs.
The General Slocum, dressed to the nines
--churchgoers being passengers adorned.
Petite girls, bulky boots-dresses confines,
a spark burning as the captain is warned.
Crew-covered ears as the shrieking arose,
clung rails ... faith enables those disabled,
backing from charring ensue panic throes,
river rips donning death ... apt tests fatal.
Swimmers valueless o'er a thousand died.
Lifeboats? Vest hopeless; the firm denied.
Dilbert Digglewink, dangly spangly gentleman frog
Was heartily hopping all around the St Louis bog
Thinking he was all this and that, in his outfit dapper.
His toes and feet flopping around like an incensed flapper.
I watched him high and I watched him low.
He moved quickly and agile, he was never slow.
The lady frogs came and batted their eyes.
One with long lashes promised him a big surprise.
He left with one, and came back with two.
Dressed to the nines, he did a fine soft shoe.
Dilbert Digglewink, the most exciting bachelor around
Is doing a dance and a song; the big run-around!
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