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Unrefined
I try to be Ladylike,
And leave my dizzy youth.
Ladies do not swear,
I'm not sure this is the truth.
I wear lace gloves,
And always wear a hat,
When I attend church on Sundays
Can you get more ladylike than that?
Sometimes things happen,
When ladylike won't do.
I forget I am a lady,
And say rude words like you.
My lady icing drops off.
When I see someone being unkind,
That gets my knickers in a twist,
So much for being refined.
I quickly put myself together,
And straighten up my hat.
I put my nose up in the air,
Saying, that's that.
Copyright ©
Shirley Hawkins
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