Madame Neverhurry cousin
of Gustav Flaubert’s
Mrs Bovary,awoke at past 12
Suffering from a malady
Known as melancholy,
Casts her glance on the
Day’s chore, bored puts
The blinds back on, deciding
To have some high tea,
Summons, mischievous elves
On fire wings impatient
Yells “to get lost and bring
Forth aromatic mint tea with
Hazel nuts three or four”
On first command the elves
A mysterious tea in glasses
Of crystal while the Madame
Put powders and billows,
adorning her buffet with
One Exquisite Ostrich feather
competing with the slopes
of Alps, all while thinking of
day’s chores and bitchy gossips
to be done which caviar to
be served with what exotic wine
at customary evening suppers
while discussing a mysterious
malady possessing modern ladies
known something as depression
so much work to do all
in a day, madam fainted
at 1 while still in satin beds
Personal elves hurried worried
Bellowing some wind trying
to revive with peacock
fans, “oh poor madam,
suffering pangs of
melancholy once again”
( Dedicated to all my beautiful women who loves to get up past noon)
18 thoughts on “Madam Neverhurry’s Mysterious Malady”
I love the depth and breadth of your writing…wonderful!!
Thanks Bill, I appreciate your kind read. The poem is just a humorous take on women like me who like to get up late…I love humor and wit and like to pen such poems.
As do I….so well done Tanya!!!
😊 to evoke few laughters once in a while!
Haha. She is one luxury loving women. Your command over English, humor and creativity is beyond par
Thanks Shantanu, it for all those woman who sleep till late and then faint again thinking of the work that is left to do…
haha..you have vividly painted the picture of melancholy which sets in every Saturday morning err afternoon.
I know, I got up so late today and just felt like penning this poem, looking at the work that I needed to do 🙂
I hate myself being a cleanliness freak..I can stil still till the house is clean. I hate that sometimes because I can;t rest even when I’m tired.
Well I love decorating and cooking, can you believe even at midnight I feel I should bake some sweets or change the setting of furniture.
haha..atleast this serves some hungry bellies around you.
Well, I’m an ordinary man who gets up at 6am, but I still loved this post!
Well, I’m an ordinary woman who gets up at noon, and expects delicious tea in bed but I never get it so weave such poems. By the way thanks for your kind read and comment, truly appreciate it.
Nice dedication as your beautiful words flow. 🙂
This poem is dedicated to me, I don’t like getting up early.🤪🤪, not s morning person 😬
Very clever. 😉 I do and yet I don’t. 😊
Ha ha absolutely