the social

she writes to me
that she's been busy
that it's social season there
lots of outings and outfits
and champagne hangovers

i think to myself
that i've not been so busy
that it's baseball season here
lots of innings and infields
and cheaply-achieved hangovers

i picture white gloves on everyone
garsington opera season in oxford
the guards polo club queen's cup final in berkshire
the british jumping derby in sussex
holker garden festival in cumbria

i picture gents wearing monocles
just like the monopoly guy
and i picture all the lavish events
and impeccable table manners
and horse hoof banter

and i smile and think
she's probably the fairest of them all
and that she pulls it off
with wit fired right over their heads
and that she can't really be into all of it