Always the days of the century
mark her platinum of existence
in a shelter filled with cobwebs and mosses
armed with a broomstick and a feather duster
rescues a miserable day with a quick side sweep
and at night..
Clad herself with gossamer stilettos
and a flamboyant skirt
waiting for a daunting & vivacious evening
of men removed from their trousers
Only to be incarcerated in a tavern
where a party is thrown
and wake up resplendent in auto-pilot the
next day to
challenge the stereotyped.