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Poetry: Bottom of the barrel

by Linda Ann Nickerson

DRESSED-UP DREGS

Deep in the pit of the pail,
She answered a fathomless wail.
She needed a date,
Refusing to wait,
And that's where her dreams did derail.

Her best friend had chosen a gown.
The calendar reached its countdown.
So, left home alone,
She picked up the phone
And offered to go with some clown.

Her escort to prom was a cad,
A truly despicable lad.
Despite his fine suit,
She gave him the boot
And danced with a sweet undergrad.

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