Slip of the tongue for M lady Francesca

Brunhilde Bloggs a local lass
was so convinced that she could pass
as being of the upper class.
She spoke in tones of pure cut glass.
At least when she remembered to,
It’s not an easy thing to do.
If she was crossed she quickly flew
into a rage: Turned the air blue.
the language that she used was crude
to say the least and very rude.
A complete change of attitude
So people quickly understood.
She was not what she seemed to be
one of the aristocracy.

9-Jan-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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