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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Satire · #2081000
A poem with a tongue-in-cheek look at a daughter's prom night
Prom night

Hair upswept, thick make up galore,
wishing her stupid dress revealed more,
she looks too grown up is Daddy’s fear,
as he superciliously wipes a fake tear.

Momma pulls the bodice up,
covering tops of bra cups,
daughter turns and pulls it back down,
with pursed lips, Momma frowns.

Adolescent embarrassment knocks at the door,
entering, he can’t stop staring at the floor,
Daddy, now the drill sergeant he becomes,
no smoking, no drinking, and no having fun.

Air kisses to dog, mom and dad,
“Let’s go”, she thinks, I want to be bad,
before he gets the car door closed,
she has already removed her pantyhose

Scared boy can hardly drive,
as she guides his hand to her naked thigh,
her breath has quickened, his heart nearly stops,
she offers the opened bottle, he looks out for cops.

Entering the gym, she smirks, looks around,
whispers "Look at her, she looks like a clown",
“Hurry, we must get our prom picture made,
to prove we were here, to prove that we stayed.”

Already high, they weave to his car,
the motel is close-by, it’s not too far,
virginity goodbye, wild sex hello,
it’s time to let the good times roll.

Smoking and drinking they fall on the bed,
Soon no clothes are left, not one shred,
“Hurry, hurry, I’m ready now!”
“At your service, Madame”, he says with a bow.

The bed rocks and rolls for an hour or two
"No more", he begs, "they are turning blue",
she drunkenly laughs ‘til she notes the hour,
throwing on clothes looking like a wilted flower.

Running through lights, racing to her house,
she tries to enter like the proverbial mouse,
“Not so fast young lady, turn around”,
they stare at her without a sound.

Think fast, think fast her brain says inside,
pretend and act like you have nothing to hide,
“We had such fun, thanks for letting me go”,
she knows her parents are stupid and slow.

She runs upstairs, she is so amused,
they stare at each other, slightly bemused,
“You think she did what we did on prom night?”
clinking glasses, said "Yes!", and drank ‘til first light.
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