The socialites and fashionistas from
Metropolitan towns and mega cities
Calling themselves poetesses,
Not merely small, but great poetesses,
None but they themselves,
Their foppish beauty,
Wrinkled cheeks,
Painted smiles,
Dashing on the dais
Of poetry,
This is my rendezvous.
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