Doris came with noticeable diamonds,
A tad over-large,
At least for lunch.
You know, Doris,
Her lunch friend said,
They do look real.
Oh, these little baubles?
My midday diamonds,
They’re really nothing.

But sensing she night be over-jeweled,
Doris reddened
And buttoned her blouse
To hide her necklace
And kept her left hand in her lap.

The truth for diamonds…
Less is more,
Since smaller are more likely real.
Tasteful, demure…
And not dismissed as snobbery.

So Doris now chastened,
Keeps her diamonds at home in a safe
And swears never to wear
More than emeralds
To lunch..