Anonymous

 

Waiting to be discovered;

Waiting for all to see;

That noble pearl, uncovered;

That noble pearl is me;

 

Waiting for Your good graces;

Waiting, on bended knee;

For Your most coveted notice,

For Your invite, to High Tea;

 

Cross-ankled, in the parlor;

Hair in a bun, just so;

Powdered, from floor to ceiling;

Locks, in a tidy row;

 

Waiting, till You come calling;

Anxious to please Your Grace;

Trembling, with the thought of

A smile, on Your blessed face;

 

List’ning to all that clanging,

As the grandfather clock strikes three:

Visiting time is over,

And, ever alone, sits me.

 

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