I know I am a man
and I fnacy young women here and there,
but I have a big heart,
and I care for wasted things.
Today I had seen a lonesome dress,
hanging on a green wire,
asserted by two clothes pines.
I sat there for an hour looking, and studying this dress.
This lonesome dress, took my heart and demolished it.
Who owned this beautiful dress?
Who wore this glouruous piece of fabric?
Who would leave this dress hanging by two clothes pines?
Did they foget about it?
Unlikely for it was too beautiful to leave behind.
Or did they just not want it anymore?
Unlikely also, for it was too beautiful to give up.
A beautiful silk it was made of,
with a pattern of cream and black colors mixing.
A flower pattern littered the dress with a pattern of delicious delight.
A beautiful dress it was.
It was so beautiful, that I was sadden it did not have a home.
I took the dress and asked around.
No one knew of the dress.
I felt sad that this dress did not have an owner.
Did not have a beautiful woman to go along with.
I soon thought about my wife.
It was our anniversary and I had no money to buy a present.
For I had asked every single soul out there,
No one came to collect it.
I offered too take it and give the lonesome dress an owner.
I wrapped it up in a white box, and tied a pretty, red bow to it.
On our anniversary I gave the dress to my wife.
She opened it and fell in love.
We kissed and made love that night.
In my mind, I thought no more of the lonesome dress,
For now it had a home.