CLASSY

*Flutters her lashes & her lacy fan,    
Meantime her bosom shifts, she dainty pants...*    
My goodness, Precious, give a girl a chance    
To let her catch her breath before the dance.    
   
There isn't one? you gave me such a fright,    
You know I had a late one on last night.    
It went to overtime, I improvised;    
I used a couple of little white lies.    
   
I said I'd faint, that always does the trick    
On dates I'm dealin' with a lazy prick    
Who wants to give it up the greasy tail    
And doesn't care that I'm a classy frail.    
   
Besides, it's said that beauty's always first,    
Or is that ladies with their monthly curse?    
Who cares, it's only just a tragedy;    
I'll never catch a dream boat meant for me.    
   
Like how it wasn't as the hours passed,    
Was rootin' 'tween my cheeks to lick my ass.    
You know what happens when they try to push,    
I pooted in his face, he spread my tush!    
   
He was in such a rush like hell on wheels,    
And never bothered with my organdy.    
I guess he thought that dresses grew on trees;    
I paid a pretty penny if you please!    
   
And ran my stockings to a fair thee well    
Each time he humped me, gawd that awful smell.    
What did he eat last night and had it fried,    
It must've crawled inside him then it died!    
   
I told you I'm not meant to be a star,    
A diva, me? remember who you are.    
I'm proud to be your queen done up in drag,    
So smile for me & dance your pretty fag.    
   
   
This poem placed first in RevolutionAL's DUP competition "Drag Poetry Night".