The grand hall was all set
VIP guests arrived and mulled around
Security was Shawshank tight
While photographers stood their ground
With their zoom lenses and ladders at the ready
All waiting to snap the who’s who of this selected elite
Meanwhile nobody noticed the shadow who emerged from the kitchen
A slender silhouette in uniform
Staff doors swung back as quickly as their collective heads
She breezes past them all, aghast, who was she?
Scratching heads, she had them enchanted
Why was this apparent kitchen hand greeted by butlers & security
But in she strode, as if she were ten feet tall
This was no servant but the #belle of the ball
(C) Llewellyn-McKenzie Communications
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