Friday, July 15, 2011

Twas The Afternoon Before The Weekend

Twas the afternoon before the weekend, when all through work
Not a creature was stirring, not even the office jerk.
The mailings were stacked in the outbox with care,
In hopes that the weekend soon would be there.

The workers were pent up awaiting the chime,
That signaled their 5 o'clock closing time.
And my boss in his suit, and me in my dress,
Had just about had it with the work-week stress.

When the clock struck 5 there arose such a clatter,
I needn't look around, I knew what was the matter.
Away through the halls I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and made quite a dash.

The sun creating a mid-summer's haze
Did nothing to obscure my margarita-minded daze.
When, what to my surprised eyes should appear,
But a text from my nail lady, and an appointment time near.

In a little salon, on the corner and easy to see,
From the window I saw waving, my friend, Lyndsey.
Designer nails her craft, her talent not lame,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called the options by name!

I've got Acrylic! And Gel Axxium! And Rhinestones! They're the craze!
And Polish! And Glitter! And the new China Glaze!
From the brightest of flowers! To the most delicate heart!
I'll do it! I'll paint it! I'll give you nail art!

As butterflies and polka dots swirled through my head,
I knew this decision was one I would dread.
So Lyndsey suggested a design she knew,
And insisted not only on my toes, but my nails, too.

And then with a scraping, I heard from below
The filing and shaping of each little toe.
As I sat in the chair, it was massaging every knot,
Out Lyndsey pulled her little acrylic-filled pot.

It was brimming with powder, sparkling and bright,
The holographic orange glitter I knew would be just right.
The jar of monomer she brought out and sat down,
It smelled uncommonly pleasant, as it wafted around.

The glitter how it twinkled! The color so dandy!
It only seemed appropriate, it was named Cotton Candy!
Lyndsey used her little brush like an artist with paint,
Creating perfect nails so square, tiny and quaint.

Then a little purple flower she held out for me,
On my fingers she placed one, on my toes, three.
They had yellow middles and a texture of foil,
That shined under the sun, like a pretty spill of oil!

Lyndsey was quick and fast, a right awesome nail artist,
And I envied her talent, for those skills I wished!
A wink of her eye and a swish with her brush,
Soon gave me to know she wouldn't dare rush.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And shaped all the nails, then turned with a jerk.
And switching on the UV light, my nails she did expose,
And after they cured, out of my chair I rose!

I sprang toward the door, to my friend gave a whistle,
And away I zoomed like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, 'ere I left the room,
"Happy NAILS to all, and to all a good-afternoon!"

2 comments:

  1. Fantastic colour, and the poem was amazing. So talented

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