By Gregory gstinson@home.com
Date: 13 August 2000
Aaron Goes To The Ball
I remember it well, an eve in the fall
When all the townspeople bought and sold
Elaborate gowns to be worn at the ball
For society's elite and crashers bold
For what an honor it would seem, thought
The poor people peddling on the road
For royalty to have walked by and bought
A glittery vestment an old woman had sowed
The presence alone would boost all sales
To the lucky tailors shouting their wares
For if the gowns were grand, then without fail
That skilled seamstress would draw all stares
It was this eve that two women came by
Touching and feeling the product of a peasant
Searching for a gown for her and the lady Di
If they could catch men's eyes, life would be pleasant
They asked and they stared and they asked again
Every question met with quick and accurant response
They agreed to buy and soon thereafter obtained
An anxious glow of the party they would soon be ensconsed
In, and as they made their trek toward the tower
A young boy running, called to the retreating beauties
They giggled and pointed, these ladies of power
Handing out candy declaring, "My he's a cutie"
It was then that Aaron came running up, flushed
"Please excuse my brother," he said most shy
"Never fear," replied the eyes of stars, the cheeks of blush
"My name is Annie," said one, "and this is Di"
"Are you going to the ball," asked Aaron with a grin
"Why certainly," said Di and examined the young man
Seeing he was not elite and never could have been
They made their leave with a wave of the hand
Aaron didn't stop staring til they were far inside
The tower to prepare for the next eve's society ball
The young boy saw his brother Aaron begin to glide
Into a hole of impossible love no man must fall
Even so young, the boy knew of the state of classes
And that lust for a princess is a lust unfounded
With a youthful logic the boy spoke as clarity through glassses
And the man's impossible desires were grounded
The house smelled of poverty and dinner was meager
When the two lads returned home from the day
Though thinking clearly, the older son remained so eager
To seek out the ladies to frolic in the sexual way
Though only words, and never an action, Aaron appeared
To speak with a silent determination; only when the dad
Heard these words, he yelled, "No words like that from a boy I reared
Now put these thoughts away and start your chores, young lad!"
That night before bed, a single candle remained
To this dim light, Aaron made his fateful decision
To boldly crash this party, despite society's disdain
But his plan required careful, calculated precision
Barely sleeping, his mind worked at fluttering speed
Til every action and every angle cleverly contrived
That morning, he awoke, proud of the coming eve's deed
And remarked that his wit will allow him to survive
The day bore on, the day of endless commerce
To pass the time, he imagined the ladies in naked slendor
Twas this thought, Aaron was so thoroughly emersed
That he ignored the buyer and the glare he sent her
Til he awoke from his waking dream to yell
"What is it you want, and make it snappy!"
"I won't give my business, I'd sooner go to hell!"
To this he shrugged, "Whatever makes you happy"
Finally, the eve had arrived and the time had come
To dress himself in garments so rich and sublime
He remarked to the mirror, "A luxury not for all, only some
Aaron, my boy, you outdid yourself this time!"
His heart was racing as he snuck out the back
And soon found himself in the tower with the rich
Where he saw tasty booze and tastier snacks
And admired the suits his neighbors had stitched
Searching the room for the ladies of his fancy
He saw them in their elegant gowns of royalty
From man to man to man they were dancing
Revealing their unwillingness to exercise loyalty
At this, he scoffed and as the party bore on
The ladies continued their heartless tease
Through the window seeing it was almost dawn
Aaron went outside and drank with the breeze
Til finally, Di had found him near the flowers
And with a smile she ran to greet him
"You're not supposed to be in the tower,"
She spoke of another and how the guards had beat him
"But I must admit, I have never felt a peasant's embrace,
So as long as you play, I won't tell, never fear"
To this he remarked with a knowing smile on his face,
"No thanks, love, I only came for the beer."
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