Somewhere in San Francisco

"Bourgeoisie celebration
for offspring with prepaid futures
and parents with money to burn,
pretending their spoiled brats
are attending a coming out ball",
he said, slightly breathless.

"John, if you sprout one word of that
when she comes into the room, I swear..."

she's interrupted by their daughter's entrance

And the father says: "oh princes, you are sooo beautiful"

and the mother cries, speechless.

And then they all hug.

But not too tightly, cause, you know, the dress.

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784266-Prom