If Only They Knew

A lady is what I am,
so the consensus touts
Yet does anyone really know,
whom someone else really is...

In pristine white by day,
I glide the courtly circuits
Kissing rings, a curtsy here and there,
hobnobbing with gossiping mongers
Those brokers of verbal trash,
would abort me, if only they knew

In the evening white I change for black,
gliding the peasantly public houses
A real lady these folks call me too,
welcome home demeanor seen through
For less than a pound they would tattle,
would oust me, if only they knew

A lady is what I am,
so the consensus touts
Yet does anyone really know,
whom someone else really is

~Nikki~

Author notes

This was to be a contest entry for Amunet Wolfbanes contest Ladies of London, but I did not make it in time yet still like what my muse came up with so do enjoy!
Written July 24th, 2005