The Drapes of Wrath
A Bit of Tender, Light-Hearted Verse
By Violet P. DaviesPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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The rose-upholstered chair and the matching loveseat
The dry and musty air, dust motes baking in the heat
And the heavy eggplant curtains that came down in the aftermath
I remember, you called them "The Drapes of Wrath."
Oh, we could tango to an old record
Or we could tangle in the bed-skirt on the window seat
I don't know why it's there
But I don't really care
Why don't we make some lemonade to beat the heat
Oh, we could paint over the wallpaper
Or we could have a pillow fight with these tasseled cushions
The embroidery's fine and rare
But I don't really care
The eggplant curtains are getting trampled under our feet
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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