A WARDROBE MISHAP

A WARDROBE MISHAP ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There once was a squirrel named Marilyn, In a dress made of white, she was a twirlin’. With a gust of fresh air on her derriere, She danced with nary a care, And the male squirrels cheered, “You’re a sexy darlin’!” But one day, as she twirled and leapt with delight, Her dress caught a branch in mid-flight. With a flap and a flap, She fell in a snap— And the other squirrels erupted in fright! Yet Marilyn laughed, brushed off her dress, “Just a wardrobe mishap, I confess! But the breeze, oh so sweet, Makes my heart skip a beat, In my fashionable attire, I have such finesse!”