02.03.2021
A Girl's Smock
A girl's smockIs something that lives and breathes
And it absorbs from her
Her pilgrim's vivaciousness.
Because nobody could imagine
The unparalleled way
That piece of calico
Moves in rhythm with its mistress.
What happens to a girl
She tells to her smock.
If a girl is happy
The smock is loosened
And the ribbon gets tied
To make her seem the sad princess.
When a girl is outraged
She bites it and shreds it
As if her five fingers
Would like to avenge the offense.
And when a girl thinks
She bites one of its tips.
When she blushes
She covers her face with it
And the smock absorbs
That cry of pain.
And during romantic chats
The calico doesn't stay quiet
'Maybe I'll go,
Maybe I won't go,'
She says between pleats and giggles.
Oh how many commitments
Her smock has gotten her out of!