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The humidity was stifling
Her hair was quite the mess

Sweat dripped from her lashes
Down her cheek, onto her dress

She tried her best to hide it
This was not her usual style

Always cool and collected
She was becoming more hostile

The doorman glanced, curiously
After all, she wasn’t at her best

“You look very lovely today.”
“Surely, sir, you must jest

I’m saturated, like a sponge
Your pleasantries are inane

I’m soaked right through, can’t you see?
From standing in the rain!”

A sky as blue as the lady’s eyes
Not a single cloud could be seen

But, he opened up his umbrella
After all, she was the Queen

 

May Writing Prompt:  Saturated pleasantries – Day 8/31

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