Peyton Place

I watch with glee male actors on the box
sniggering as their actions suit their words,
one of those, perhaps, pulling up his sox  
before, stern faced, he's off to save the world...
 
Or the Sheriff who drawls " it's high noon, soon "
before he, for emphasis, loads up his guns,
the saloon band starts up a funeral toon
he'll not take prisoners beneath that sun.
 
And you and I dear, hitching up our skirts,
shoulders back preparing to stroll this town,
armed to the teeth with gossip and with flirt
and grins to turn those dude's critical frowns.
 
At times, they hint, we shouldn't show our face
But who cares this is such a Peyton Place