You can only be on fleek

In your brightly bleached blonde ‘do’

Pearly teeth shining too

And the five-star hotel

You stay in

Has a floating bar

Where you slink up to

Pretty young dudes

And work your love stuff

Among the ritzy crowd

Your coos falling silent

Echoing in the dim space

Where shrouded goddesses

Land in their fall




6 thoughts on “Floozy

  1. My favorite line in here was “And work your love stuff.” I can’t put my finger on why, but that was the line that jumped out at me. The thing we all did when we were young, casting short-skirted, lipsticked spells on pretty young dudes in college bars, mixing up love and lust. “On fleek” I had to look up, you know, to learn the hip lingo I should use around my teenaged nieces and nephews. Well done. 🙂

    • Thanks Joan. One of the perks of working with kids, especially teens is the ability to increase my vocab. I can easily say such hip phrases as, “Dickens is my jam!” They just provide me with a boundless source of creativity, Lol!

  2. Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in grey,
    And thought she would go into town for the day.
    First for a bite at a charming cafe,
    Then on to a film or perhaps the ballet.
    She lingered with joy at her chocolate souffle,
    When a rather smooth gentleman offered to pay.
    She tried to refuse but he wouldn’t take nay,
    And he followed her out and he led her astray.

    Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in brown,
    And thought once again she would venture to town.
    But looked through her wardrobe with lengthening frown:
    “What I really need is a lovely new gown.”
    At the fashion boutique where she sought some renown,
    A bewitching young scoundrel said: “You look a clown!
    Come with me and you’ll soon feel you’re wearing the crown.”
    And he smiled and flattered and then took her down.

    Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in red.
    She pondered and sighed as her memory fled.
    “What was that thing Father Carradine said?
    Damn it! It’s vanished clean out of my head.”
    A ring at the door bell soon killed off that thread,
    Twas the bakery man with a loaf of fresh bread.
    She asked if he hungered and had he been fed?
    “Not yet”, said the man as he took her to bed.

    Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in green,
    And waltzed into town feeling calm and serene.
    “It’s time I developed an artistic mien.”
    She thought as she wandered in search of caffeine.
    The handsome barista behind the machine,
    Asked: what was her fancy and what was her bean?
    She replied: “Give me something that’s fit for the Queen”.
    But he offered her something uncouth and obscene.

    Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in blue,
    And loafed around looking for something to do.
    She felt second hand but she wished to be new,
    So she rang up and booked in a cut and shampoo.
    At the shop she was met by a tiresome queue,
    But Marcel winked his eye, and he waved her on through,
    Into the back room, where the curtains he drew,
    And gave her a set of a different hue.

    Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in black,
    As she stopped and she shrugged to the ground her rucksack.
    “If I go any further I’ll just do my back!
    This wilderness thing: I just don’t have the knack.”
    Just then was the sound of a dry branch’s crack,
    And a healthy young hiker appeared down the track.
    He said: “You need someone to cut you some slack.
    Come into my tent and I’ll feed you a snack.

    Suzy the Floozy was dressed in vermilion,
    And launched forth to seek entertainment vaudevillian.
    But whilst boarding the coach met a charming postilion,
    Who suggested a pastime a tad more civilian.
    He proposed that she enter his humble pavilion,
    Where he’d fill her a glass and wax her brazilian.
    He told her his skills were one in a million,
    But she found they were rather mundane and reptilian.

    Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in pink.
    She batted her eyes as she sipped at her drink,
    And raised her champagne next to his with a clink.
    She gazed at her partner and this she did think:
    “He may be a cad and he may be a fink,
    But he’s got a nice car and he bought me this mink.
    Sure, he’s got a wife, but at least he don’t stink.”
    And she nodded along and she gave him a wink.

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