"Is My Diner Dress Ready?"

by Michael Dowdin - Not entered

"I went to the Outhouse Cleaners to get my dress."
"I could never forgive their slowness or forgetfulness."

"I chose your cleaners because you were very small."
"However, you have pushed my back up against the wall."

"I take care to note every little button or detail."
"For this date, I had my hair done and every nail."

"My dress not being ready has made me angry and mad."
"This dilemma will not go away, nor is it a mear fad."

"Now, you expect me to wear a skimpy short sack."
"So that someone might whistle putting me under attack."

"I know that I made the wrong cleaners selection."
"Knowing full well, my second thoughts had an objection."

"You are turning my beautiful day into a wreck."
"My blood pressure is now around my weary neck."

"I had planned to be tonight's star; the queen."
"Looking gorgeous like a girl who is sweet sixteen."

"Dancing all over the floor showing my can can."
"Flipping through the air with my main man."

"However, your big head, I am about to pelt."
"Because you lost my red dress and my belt."

"Now, I won't be able to do my famous dip."
"Showing off my ready made ruffled white slip."

"I had planned on doing a dance called the Twist."
"Showing off my high bee hive by my hair stylist."

"I had even bought me a ruby red sequin slipper."
"Now, I can't wear any of this; you lost my zipper."

"I am so sorry for the wait and inconvenience, miss."
"Here is your red dress; there is no need for you to hiss."

Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
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Reason for writing:

    Losing a woman's dress can be a nightmare, if she is going
out on the town. This poem is another one from my poetry
books. They depict everyday life of ordinary people, or
some not so ordinary. From all walks of life, to the rich and
to the poor. Men, women, mothers, singles, teens, seniors,
and the very young. "A smile is worth a million."
Marva L. Dowdin

    

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Date created: 1996-10-16 04:14:42
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:03
Poem ID: 45817

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