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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “All that Glitters is Not Gold” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/24/08)
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TITLE: The Lady and the Blond | Previous Challenge Entry
By Mary Hackett
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A business man was he;
Each day he went to his office
On Level Twenty-Three
Of a biggish office building
In a biggish new city.
Now Jimmy Pike was a dreamer
A dreamer yes, was he;
Each night he dreamed a dream of her!
A gorgeous blond was she.
And every day young Jimmy Pike
Was blind as any bat
He could not see the love ‘twas born
Towards him from brown-haired Pat.
Patricia was his helping hand
She aided constantly
She typed his letters, memos took
And had no moments free.
But sweetest Patsy never sighed
Or wanted to complain;
Though all the work she had to do
Would drive a dog insane.
For pretty Pat loved handsome Jim
And every minute spent
Within his dearest company
She thought was Heaven-sent.
And then one day it happened;
He met the gorgeous blond.
She smiled and winked and flirted
And Jimmy did respond.
He took her to a fancy place
Out on Eighth Avenue,
They wined and dined and drank some more;
I’m sad to say it’s true.
Then Jimmy Pike was overcome
With all that he had drunk;
Since he’d not been abstemious
He in a stupor sunk.
And then the blond true colors showed!
She took his watch and chain;
And then she swiftly stole away
And caught the nearest train.
Poor Pike! Poor Pike!!!
Oh, I must say I think a fool he was;
And now do hear my reason—
He was a fool because
He really ought to know that
Beauty is as beauty does.
He woke, next day, young Jimmy,
With sore and aching head;
And stumbled to the office
With life he up was fed.
But Patsy met him at the door
And helped him to come in
She knew what he’d been doing
And yet forgave his sin.
“Poor Mr. Pike! You must sit down!”
He sighed and bent his knee.
And marveled well, as I do now
O’er all her sympathy.
Now Jimmy is a happy man,
A happy man is he;
He’ll marry dear Patricia
As all the fates decree,
And this, my friends, is now the end
Most satisfactory.
Author's Note: This poem's title is not intended to disparage blonds in general or perpetuate any stereotypes concerning them; the Author does not mean to imply that one cannot be blond and a lady, for the Author is acquainted personally with many blonds who are ladies in the truest sense of the word.
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