At ten years I was made to attend
A cultural affair
A new dress was bought
And for underneath
A nice stiff petticoat
The hall was small
Each sound rebounded
The coughs and squirms
Were fiercely noted
By the maestro
Deathly silence, strict demeanor demanded
And then
The dreadful petticoat kicked in
It itched and scratched
A thousand demons woven in
Its nylon skin
My parents' glare
At each twitch and itch
Sent me a dare
Don't move if you care
For life as you know it
Two dreadful hours I survived
Immobile and it left me traumatized
A full blown case of PTSD
Now forever haunted me
Segovia and I had made a pact
To hear him only on a CD track
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I love music of all kinds but find it very difficult to sit still while listening........ usually I dance ......... this traumatic event is probably the reason......... ha!
- Category: Humor
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This gave me the biggest grin - super work Lorna
Surely it was PTDD - Post Traumatic Dress Disorder
Petticoat - The devil's invention.........
Ah - PTPD
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Very good write Lorna, Segovia would not have minded what you wore, music is to be listened to in a most comfortable way that suits you.
In your picture even Segovia's tie was not straight! Great musician who left a vast legacy of those he taught.
Reading about him yesterday - apparently he was a bastard according to the ones he taught....... he was pretty fierce on that stage! But the music!
Oh what a memory to teach you that petticoats made of nylony-tickles are an absolute No-no at cultural affairs. I love that play on words i.e. PTPD dear Lorna.
Credit to Michael for PTPD.....! What liberation the day we didn't have to wear petticoats any more!
Ditch the petticoats Lorna and dance to your heart's delight. Excellent poem.
You sneaky shrew. Well played.
Yeah! Dance to the music...... what else is it for!
How wonderful, you took me there with you
Too bad for you Jamie! It was awful! haha............
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