To inaugurate the Rondeau Roundup, here's one of my own, inspired by watching too many awards shows!
Red Carpet Rondeau
You wear the dress that costs a lot
so commentators call you hot.
You grin as if you’re glad to be
in a tight dress on live TV,
your face and tummy both too taut.
You pose for yet another shot,
smile big to show off all you’ve got.
The paparazzi all agree
you wear that dress
designed for you by some big shot
like you were born to it. You flaunt
and strut, afraid that you’ll be history.
If you don’t win tonight, you’re free
to be the one that everyone’s forgot.
You wear the dress.
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