Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Child's Play: The Belle - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
The downtrodden streets of the boulevard
Were all alive as the bars lit up – what a thoroughfare!
The avenue were still sprightly with the rain cascading hard
And the squabbling bar patrons calmed down in despair.
The clangor of the bottles of whiskey
Caught the Belle’s attention, she went inside
One of the bars. The bar patrons whistled wildly
”What a dame! ” One patron said – the others pried.
”Where are you from, young miss? ” A patron holding gin
Said as he spewed his vexing breath upon the belle
”I am from here, and stay away from me.” The belle said as she grinned
And the gin-touting man fled the scene, feeling so swell.
The belle took the finest seat,
And the bar patrons offered dances
The belle taking in too much heat
Got up and started diminutive prances.
The bar patrons crazed over her,
But alas, she stepped on each of the patron’s foot
And the bar patrons still raved around her
As the belle besmirched all their luxurious suits
A fine gentleman had his suit soaked with whiskey
”It’s okay, young miss, don’t worry about it.”
The belle had said, “Of course, I owe you no apology!
And besides, you approached me with your arrogant fleet.”
The belle exited the bar without paying the bills,
And the mad men exclaimed, “Where are you going, young belle? ”
The belle exhaled an air of shrill
And then said, “Follow me if you want! I will never tell! ”
The fine gentleman who had his suit drenched in whiskey,
Followed the belle, riding his automobile
The belle had noticed this fine man’s luxury
As the man offered the door and said, “I have a house over the hill.”
The belle without hesitation rode the man’s car
And there he told her stories about his opulence!
Even treated her as one of his distant stars.
They reached the house over the hill, with picket fences.
”We shall dine with the finest banquet.” The man quipped
And the belle felt her heart stagger.
”And I shall lay you on the most elegant bed.” The man then slipped
His hand behind the belle as she asked, “There, the house over yonder? ”
The fine man nodded and toured her around the abode
The belle was dazed in an assortment of silver and gold
Even made remarks of acquiring one, “I’ve never had a jewel! ”
The man was a fool as he said, “Pick one, my silly belle.”
The belle grasp the finest of them all,
That dramatically shined all over the others
The belle wore it and traipsed around the halls
As she flamboyantly exclaimed, “I am the fairest of all the others! ”
The belle in her crazed relishing,
Toppled all the vases and even the paintings.
”These are worth my fortune! ” The man had said,
But the belle was drunk with beauty straight to her head.
The man picked up the pieces and rendered the home plush
Still the belle was consumed in her tyrannical gush.
”Carry on, it is time to eat, young belle of the avenue.”
And the belle sat down on an exquisite chair in the tranquil blue.
”My belle, eat and fill yourself with the sumptuous banquet,
And maybe perhaps after a small chatter, we shall spin under a blanket.
Do not worry, I’ve no intention to harm – only to know you.
So please, savor the goodness of my abode.” The man told with no rue.
The lady gobbled and filled her glass
She dropped one of the ornaments made of brass
”It is okay, my dear belle. It is okay.” The man had said calmly.
The belle paid no attention and just ate in gaiety.
The banquet was over and they went to his room.
The room was grandiose with towering pendulums,
The belle was amazed by the vastness of his lair.
The man had said, “Regardless of what has happened, all for a lady too fair.”
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