An Impromptu Private Composition
Upon The Joyous Occasion Of My Return Gala

this dress

constrains

i stew

in pain

my stress

i do

not need

to feed

anew

at once

i'm hemmed

by gemmed

bouffants

can't flee

lest i

defy

propri-

ety

her grin

a sneer

i fear

it's in-

correct

that they

are here

to pay

respect

it's clear

they seek

to speak

with their

new liege

not me

only

my weak

prestige

i take

a bite

of tart

and fight

the shakes

my heart

hollow —

swallow

can't

swallow

must go

and find

some wine

No, no,

I'm fine.

Author's Note

Poem by Horizon