Before Life

I'm due for a meeting in Paris,
I won't drive, traffic is a nightmare,
the last time I got caught in a ring road
and ended up on the wrong side
and sides are very important in Paris.

I'll probably be late by the time arrive
and will stay at my friend Jocelynne's apartment,
it is terribly chic but awfully small,
I hope her throw cushions have improved.

I've brushed off that natty little suit
dusted those nude heels, they're classic
I learned that, accessories
and buy well, buy to last,
you can change buttons and belts
and fripperies, I shall be foppishly me.

I'll take the ferry, I don't fancy
Charles de Gaulle, the security is a nightmare
and the train from Saint Malo to Paris
is fast and comfortable.

We'll book a table at our favourite restaurant,
Jocelynne is very well acquainted
I'll feel like the country cousin
until after, when we laugh
catch a taxi and giggle like the girls
we were, before life got in the way.

A cushion fight and someone banging from below
we'll stifle giggles,
Yes I packed those nudie heels
and I have a natty suit
that suits any occasion.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-26 at 20:06

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Paris, Lo and Behold, here she comes!!!!
Loved reading this poem.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very amusing. It sounds like a splendid evening. In the suit and heels, no one will think you the country cousin. Afterward? Well, no one cares how you're dressed in the heat of battle.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
You have taken us on a very vivid trip to Paris, bad traffic, ring roads (I always end up on the wrong side!!) and bad throw pillows, and of course, reminded us of what friendships are all about. Reminds me of my escapades by train into Chicago when I worked in Indiana, USA. A very fun poem.

The traffic here in Nepal is a nuisance too and the sides are very important, especially in a rotary island. The apartments are awfully smalls, but the restaurants are ambient. I can draw parallels like that, but that's not the point.
The point is I enjoyed reading your poem.


Best keep those heels and suit, air them often. Life has a habit of getting in the way.