Mademoiselle writes essays
of French Baudelaire conceived in a dream of stone
Her delicate appendages gracing the keys of her
Remington Rand.
Earnestly assessing the attributes of mans truth
Weighed against the dimensions of a higher morality
She perceives as yet to be
Why is it that some trust in words Mademoiselle
As others defile them
Are words merely puppets in a one act play
Pawns to be prodded and danced with
Escaping from the tongue
But not your words Mademoiselle
Least your words spark ignobility
Then abandon the pen!
Mademoiselle writes essays
inspired by French Baudelaire and Sunday visits with tea
Striking at her Remington Rand
Truth her dictation
Passion her sword
A writer of wit and treat
So berry complimentary
Don’t live with disregard or malcontent Dear Mademoiselle
If words are fiction erase the prose
Perish the thought
Spoiled and prim
Yay, I have faith in your delivery Mademoiselle
For a group of sound readers
Never ceasing to amaze
Wordsmiths beckon you to begin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol You certainly know your Mademoiselle inside out! lol she is quite a character, but nothing without you, her dearest reader. Smiling at you Tai