Betta Bigdeal: A-Z verses from vintage visages

Betta Bigdeal

My colleague Betta Bigdeal there

Is all that and some chips.

Our group does teeter o’er despair,

As Betta stages scripts.

Her stories swirl the straightest locks,

As tangled words she weaves.

Though guile is simple to outfox,

Her own tales she believes.

She dreams she carries influence

Within her tiny hands.

It’s mostly discontinuance,

The world, it understands.

We smile and nod and then proceed.

She doesn’t have a clue

That to the exit most stampede

Before they bid adieu.

Poor Betta’s motoring full speed,

No compass, key, or map.

The social cues, she will not read,

So stretches wide the gap.

We’ll never tell her to her face,

Such conflict we've declined.

Besides, we know it’s not our place

To manage humankind.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted for the April A to Z Blogging Challenge and National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) and incorporating these blog prompts:

One Minute Writer: “key”

Thursday Challenge: “tiny”

Image/s:

Public domain photo –
 vintage image

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