Budding Beauty

For a date at eight she bathes at five. In tons of bubble bath, Barricades her boudoir door, Eau de cologne marks her path! Her lingerie must be 'just so', A froth of frills and lace. Down with the curlers, up with the hose, The womanly task of 'fixing her face'! Donning a frock spun out of dreams, With a skirt to swish and sway. Into the slippers, shining and new. Did Cinderella feel this way? What gala affair now summons our queen, Embassy tea or debutante ball? Oh no! It's a matter of much more import! Her very first date awaits in the hall! Composed by my wife, Vera Selena (Osburn) Hinshaw © All Rights Reserved