Ma made me a velvet dress.
Of all the dresses, mine is best.
West of where the Mississippi flows.
Smilin’ perty, my face glows.
It’s black with all those fancy twirls
Made me the envy of the local girls.
When I dance, the full skirt swirls.
I have a pink ribbon in my hair.
Boys push and shove to get in line.
And I watch to see which ones are fair
Some guys are really not worth my time.
Pa says I’ll know which one is best,
By the way he treats all the rest.
I want a beau who can pass this test.
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Prompt from Thursday Inspiration 7. Word prompt: ribbon. Write poem, flash fiction, or other.
Image from Pixabay.
https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/thursday-inspiration-7/
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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Thank you, Paula.
“And I watch to see which ones are fair”- glad I was not there. this brown boy would not have passed the test😢
Did I miss the proper way to spell fair? I certainly hope I didn’t!
Did I read / interpret it wrong? I certainly hope not😂
No, I think you interpreted it perfectly. Just saw a chance to see if I would wobble. I came from a working class of farmers – pretty much all of them were brown – at least in spots – and fair. .:D
😂😂 Not the brown I meant.
Surely you are not talking to me about race! A person’s race is so low down on my list of priorities, it takes someone to poke me in the eye, before I say, “What difference does that make?” By the way, about my farmers, they were brown only below the hat rim. When they took the hats off, there was the white. In my family upbringing, I don’t know what color they were under their shirts – no shirtless folks among them. 😀
I did not poke you in the eye, did I? May be got under your skin a little😂
Methinks you are sensitive about your colour. Be proud and not prickly. My heritage is not fair but certainly fair and honest in character.
Not at all. It’s more like Oneta and me trying to get under one another’s skin. Till now I say we are pretty much even😂.
“Pa says I’ll know which one is best,
By the way he treats all the rest.” – Amen! If the guy is only nice to the girl he likes, I’m guessing he’s a manipulator.
Once a guy I was dating said something rude to his mother that he thought I’d find clever and funny, but I was NOT impressed.
So I married Marty Aschauer instead. 😉
I sure hope Guy #1, reconsidered his ways!
Loved the line about seeing how he treats the rest. I guess on the fair part I never considered race. I was a bit startled at the conversation about that.
Surprise to me also, but Pranab and I joust each other a lot. He was mostly playing his part.
It is always good to have someone to keep a person on their toes LOL.
One does not often find an opponent who can match wits and one can be honest with without hate or sullen silence.
A post which bring reminders from the past. Thank you.