When We Go to Lunch
We shall all wear hats
And long floral skirts in the gardenWe’ll sip lavender tea and sparkling wine
And agree to surrender our burdens
When we go to lunch we shall trust that our hats
Hold most of our secrets withinWe’ll eat all our words from silver spoons
And tighten silk bows at our chins
All of our hats shall have a wide brim
To protect the aging of skinAll of our hats shall shadow raised brows
From the gossip we revel in
When we go to lunch we shall try other hats
Stylish or garish or sweetWhen we go to lunch we shall dare all our hats
To flee when we sit down to eat
Barbara with her broadside. |