On the night of the ball
Sonja made her appearance
She showed up fashionably late
To show her dress off in style
The long flowing skirt
With the tight bodice
Covered in roses
She stood on the stairs
Evoking thoughts of poise
And stylishness
She stood and waited
For all to notice her
And when all eyes
Were upon her
She slowly made
Her way down the stairs
Many a lady showed
Signs of jealousy
As they elbowed their dates
For staring too long
At the beauty and grace
That encompassed Sonja
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Beautiful
Nice, kind of reminded me of Cinderella. Beautifully done as always, MC :)
Nice!
I'd just slip and fall...
Sometimes I wish I was Sonja but then I'll stop when I remember I have social anxiety 🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem so much!
Well, that would certainly explain the sharp pain in my ribs! You evoke for us quite the entrance there, Mother, one that will be hard to pull our minds away from.
Nice one! ☺️👏 My older sister’s name is Sonya, but she is evil. Can you write a poem about her?! Hahah.