Queen For a Day

Thimble, thimble
Fingers nimble
Arms akimbo
Mole and dimple

Marsha, Marsha
Time has come.
Light goes dark
Day in the sun.

Thoughtful purpose
Mind regress
Skirt and sweater
Party dress

Take your place
Out on the floor.
Clicky, clacky
Tacky roar

After Hours
Silent scream.
Not as perfect
As its' seams.

Come off it, Marsha
We’re here to help.
Paint lipstick on
Your wooden yelp.

Soon the circus
On parade.
All around,
The friends you’ve made.

But dream of more
Out in the ether,
While on a pedestal,
Your place is neither.

Zone S1E34