With My Red Dress On
A radiantly coiffed bouffant was mine,
fit perfectly and curved to the nines.
I stood taking in the awe of counterparts
let them eat cake I chuckled in my heart.
The spring roll rumbling in my center
drifted to the lower parts no longer indentured.
I held my breath and prayed
that no sound or scent would stray
I wanted to drop to my knees
Oh God, please, don’t let me sneeze.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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