The socialist and the socialite
sat themselves down for supper.
Arthur wore a blood red rose
while Sophie went for feathers.
The socialist and the socialite
had only a little in common
and neither said much at all
about the paths they'd trodden.
The socialist and the socialite
ate with polite conversation.
He had the slow cooked brisket,
while she had the salad with chicken.
The socialist and the socialite
left quietly with an old studied calm,
but once their door was firmly closed
fast fell into each other's arms.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
The socialist and the socialite
sat themselves down for supper.
Arthur wore a blood red rose
while Sophie went for feathers.
The socialist and the socialite
had only a little in common
and neither said much at all
about the paths they'd trodden.
The socialist and the socialite
ate with polite conversation.
He had the slow cooked brisket,
while she had the salad with chicken.
The socialist and the socialite
left quietly with an old studied calm,
but once their door was firmly closed
fast fell into each other's arms.
Opposites can attract.
