The debutantes seem all the rage
Their beauty is without question
As portraits spread the society page
Of our local, quaint newspaper
They look elegant in their designer gowns
Their hairstyles are impeccable
And, as well, their carriage and demeanor
At the annual spring cotillion
The young men strive as they vie for favor
And a waltz with these young ladies
Designers show their works of art
Being worn by these elegant maidens
But, there’s another style in fashion’s thread
And that’s the style for which I’d opt
It’s known by various colorful names
Like Woodland, Realtree, and Mossy Oak
And, I know, if ever these lovely maids
Would shed those courtly designer gowns
And don some camo and hunting boots
Their awesome beauty would reign, renown
Now some will call me a “tacky” sort
Or impugn my raising and say I’m an oaf
But, “what the heck, I’m a proud redneck”
And girls do look great in camo
Copyright C R Clark-2/06/2008
one doesn't need designer ware to look good. well written. tnx
Oh my! This had me chuckling. I love the sentiment, though, I confess both visions of femininity are outside my usual venues: not a debutant and even though my dad took me hunting a few times, I never dressed in camouflage. I think my most memorable experiences involving hunting was being knocked on my tush after shooting a Chucker (think that is name of bird) and having it explode, because I was too close. Actually a rather horrible experience. The other was feeding rabbit to my dog every time my dad would come back from hunting and cook up his catch. I think I had a pass from further hunting after the Chucker experience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello fellow poet. Richard, what a cute, delightful story. Great reading. Do you know how we can bipass all these commercials and pop ups on this site. They drive me crazy and take so much time? Thanks, Loyd