Sunday, March 18, 2007


The painted ladies gather on the hill,
Like disapproving grannies watching over careless children,
Pondering their uncertain parentage.
Mondern mongrels with no concession to style or grace.
Function over form, a sign of bad breeding.
Queen Victoria knew this just wasn't done.
But the younger generation has never heeded
Its elders and betters.
poem by sarala