Little peeves me more
than seeing someone
who reminds me of me
doing something
unlike I would.

Then again,
little inspires me more
than things unlike me.

Time to get you ready for
another day of life.
Pick those pearls you so adore
that sparkle in the light.
Hair in curls of innocence
parted 'round your face,
a dress sewn with diligence
pocketed in lace.
A dash of blush upon your cheek,
a lovely big bouquet,
and perfume from your prized boutique
to send you on your way.
But all this trouble puzzles me, I confess.
From deep in the ground who is left to impress?

Shameless and shunned in public forum.
When did you lose all sense of decorum?