The Arrival Of The Femme Fatale Poem by Pontsho PCP Pusos

The Arrival Of The Femme Fatale



First we saw the two long legs,
Perched on a pair of pencil-heeled Pradas
Stretch out of the Renault Cabriole
The toned body followed
Working her hips just enough
To part the air in front of her

The group of women at the serving table
Spoke in hushed tones
Their disapproving stares
Cutting right through the tiny strap
That held her rebellious bosom in check
She beamed innocently in their direction

The football chatter at the braai stand
Got frozen on drying throats
That needed urgent clearing
The manly eyes focussed on the tiny skirt
That did just enough to protect her decency
She pouted knowingly in their direction

Then, pandemonium
David was cutting his hand with the t-bone
Keneilwe’s blouse was being painted with the gravy spoon
The hospital for David’s hand
A change of clothes for Kenny
And she was gone

The ladies were again happy and carefree
The football chatter was back but restrained
David bore the brunt of the manly wrath
‘How could he maim himself in front of her? ’
‘Such delicate and sensual features! ’

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Letlhakeng, Botswana
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