Little Diva Wannabees

The color coordination
No mere coincidence
Wilson is the kind of fella
With magnificence in fashion sense
The fuchsia pin-striped jacket
Lavender boa, loosely wrapped
Matching violin case handbag
Purple plume in a scarlet hat

Porters carry all his baggage
Where and when he comes and goes
And tingle at the jingle
Of the bells upon his toes
The Belles of the Balls step lightly
Pirhouetting on the stage
The predators all saying grace
For the feast inside the cage

No discretion in their valor
Their cowardice must be discreet
All the little diva wannabees
Fawn at Wilson's feet

The Cherry Blossom Mafioso
Dines on meatballs with little dons
Moonlight tempting on the water
Hoses hissing on the lawns
With Loofah, his pet Shi Tzu,
He shares a sponge bath every dawn
And spoons with Oscar Mayer,
His pet dachshund when the day is gone

No discretion in their valor
Their cowardice must be discreet
All the little diva wannabees
Fawn at Wilson's feet

The tragic troupe of groupies falling
Is the failing of the stars
They can never be like Wilson
They must be who they are

 © John Kennan 12-15-18