You were probably expecting a unicorn Barbie princess
A bubblegum pink gender contrarian
Not someone whose sartorial sensibility
Walked with faltering steps
From the pages of Agatha Christie.
Probably not someone who foundation is a quiet monstrosity
The pallor of a tired civil servant
Who’s lost their passion for bureaucracy.
With highlighter on dimmed wattage
And eyeliner, merely utilitarian.
I bet you were anticipating a leggy glamazon goddess
An unfeasibly-bosomed vulgarian
Whereas I have the sort of legs
You’d see on something from DFS
Something you took a brief fancy to but later stuck in a corner
Because on closer inspection, it failed to impress
And bosom? Mine is not the sparkling valley,
The pneumatically-engineered canyon
That you might see on the red carpet of some glitzy awards.
Mine is much more gentle.
It’s more like the slope at Lords.
I could never be glamorous enough to be a drag queen
I’m more of a drag librarian.
Inspired by a true story. I really think it would be cool to perform poetry in drag because, to the best of my knowledge, there aren’t many drag queens who perform poetry; and I love drag and poetry. However, I’m just very bad at drag.
And poetry. But especially drag.
And just because CoPilot was so great at the “Librarian as Drag Queen” prompt, please enjoy this bonus artistic content.
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