She'd found herself the perfect mask,
And donned her sexy gown,
Thanks to her daily exercise,
She'd vie for prettiest in town!
She gondoliered from ball to ball,
And flirted without shame!
Dancing with a hundred men,
And consuming much champagne.
And when the night drew to a close,
Where she disappeared, no one knows.
Carmen Henesy
Copyright (c) 2011 by Carmen Henesy
All rights reserved.
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beautiful poem Carmen, I would like to think she rested for the next ball :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem
ReplyDeleteNo glass slipper?
ReplyDeletewell at least they all seemed to have a wonderful evening...though it could be foul play...or perhaps she was a ghost...or....
ReplyDeleteShe can learn to change her mask in a split second, like the Chinese Face Mask Changing.
ReplyDeleteAnd where she disappeared, no one really knows.
She disappeared in a Blink
ReplyDeleteThe drunken wench fell in the Drink.
Thanks for playing Carmen Electra, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Wonderfully mysterious!...not to mention romantic.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, Carmen, and your fantastic photos accompanied it so well! I feel a bit drunk too..
ReplyDeleteSeems like the perfect end for a woman of mystery. ;)
ReplyDeleteExcellent. So vivid and full of life...
ReplyDeleteother shoe
Hope the vanishing was voluntary!
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