Sorry Blue Blouse

Once in the dresser out of sight Forgotten upon the drop of night, Will this favored blue blouse be found Or will she merely hide around? For once you enter the dressers’ hovel and glut, And that small drawer is tight and shut, And you are not seen at quick first sight, You are swiftly forgotten until you are too tight. Little blue blouse, I hate to do it to you, You are the prettiest blouse, oh, one so blue. But in the drawer you suddenly must be. As I am getting some company.