Life Is Her Stage Poem by Elizabeth Hoch

She's different,
As from another planet,
Performing daintily, refined,
Her dress is awkward,
Even cumbersome,
Her actions ponderous and light,
Never unpolished, vulgar;
She's adroit, facile,
Moves about carrying a big red nose,
Flappy colored hair,
Flippy shoes and hands,
Using colors that bring cheer,
Even dizziness when looking.
A professional entertainer
Who after her appearance, disappears
Like a ghost from her life's stage.