Pride and Prejudice
Elegant curtains hung all around,
With the best porcelain for dinner.
Adorable cushions gleam with red,
Feted lights smolder with a fade.
Alluring dress, I put on,
To delineate my "pride and prejudice",
I came down the palid stairs;
Hoping doorbells with jocund attires.
But none to knock at the door,
Nor to look upon the astounded core.
Waiting there perplexed and still,
I leaned o'er the silver fringed sill.
Hearkening a melancholy strain,
The optimism of a contended night.
In a pensive and vacant mood,
I see the sunset, like the rout of a chic verve.
Filled with dejection and lonliness,
I bunged my flap of arrogance.
Aye, to the utmost abhorrence;
There lies an empty hall,
Abandoned and deserted.