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At the Little Girls' Pageant
by
Lisa Kadous


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Miss Brittany Noble is favored to win
on the merit of dimples, though she's nervous,
for another tiny doll has put quite the spin
on a speech about community service.

The angel in the corner is Amber West,
ethereal in a cloud of face powder.
Though many thought her tap-dance was best,
there were those who tapped their toes louder.
Some little ladies are bumping around
vision obscured by clumps of mascara.
Still others look for Mom, their tights falling down,
their minds filed with dreams of tiaras.

Twenty-five little girls, sashes draping their chests,
Ribbons and curls in their well-sprayed hair.
Twenty-five little girls, each knowing she's best,
and the stench of pink is everywhere.

 

This poem first appeared in Free Lunch: A Poetry Miscellany, 
Copyright 1998 by the Free Lunch Arts Alliance.

 

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Post New Comment:
rhonasheridan:
Can being a Mother ever sink so low.
Posted 07/28/2014 04:51 AM
Katrina:
Pong!
Posted 07/21/2014 08:15 PM
Dianalt:
There was a simply marvelous movie a few years ago spoofing those little girl pageants--"Little Miss Sunshine." This poem— another wonderful spoof--captures the pathos of these absurd events. D.A.
Posted 07/21/2014 01:48 PM
LindaCrosfield:
"stench of pink" I will borrow that phrase sometime, I just know it. Love the poem.
Posted 07/20/2014 11:49 PM


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