Careening, she landed, plunking down in the dirt.
She stood up directly and shook out her skirts.
(If it weren't for her bustle, she'd have been badly hurt.)
"Wretched new jet-boots," she violently hissed,
Flexing and bending a rather sore wrist,
While eyeing the thornbush she'd narrowly missed.
The hem of her gown was quite a bit mangled.
Tho' the silken red ribbons on her top hat were tangled,
Her mirror revealed that it was still perfectly angled.
She tore off the death-boots and flung them aside,
Feeling, as she did so, a turn in the tide,
And headed hastily toward the small town she espied.
She crossed the field at full steam, and turned onto the street.
At the first shop, she purchased, and put on, new cleats,
And began her real journey -- on her own two feet.
- Lisette Atiyeh
She stood up directly and shook out her skirts.
(If it weren't for her bustle, she'd have been badly hurt.)
"Wretched new jet-boots," she violently hissed,
Flexing and bending a rather sore wrist,
While eyeing the thornbush she'd narrowly missed.
The hem of her gown was quite a bit mangled.
Tho' the silken red ribbons on her top hat were tangled,
Her mirror revealed that it was still perfectly angled.
She tore off the death-boots and flung them aside,
Feeling, as she did so, a turn in the tide,
And headed hastily toward the small town she espied.
She crossed the field at full steam, and turned onto the street.
At the first shop, she purchased, and put on, new cleats,
And began her real journey -- on her own two feet.
- Lisette Atiyeh
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