Dress, Dress, comic poem 395 by Angela Lasnbury

Delightful dress

Relieves distress

On my birthday

I looked my best

On other days

I sometimes don't dress

'til just before lunch

I shouldn't confess

Took an hour to prepare

More or less

Keep re-using this picture, 

I shall confess

I practise dressing

Every day

And learned to do it

Many ways

Dressed like a girl

Not like a boy

Not like a robot

But like a toy

Overdressed for work

Undressed for play

Dressed up for night

Dressed down for day

Dress to impress

Dress your best

Hurry up

You look a mess

Dress, fine dress

Toes up to chest

For east or west

Like mother bird in her nest

Dress, dress

I confess

I am half dressed

More or less

Dress foa party

A celebration

A religion

Or a nation

A policeman

Or a nurse

Bandages

Or something worse

Dress as a fairy

Or a witch

Or a dog

Or a bitch

Hire an outfit

Make your own

Split the seams

Lightly sewn

Wear a uniform

Attracting scorn

Attraction pride

Morning suit for a ride

Lots of pockets

Where I hide

Hankies and tampax

Deep inside

Crown it all

With a grand hat

Wear smart shoes

Left on the mat

In the drawers

In a box

Out of season

Winter socks

Clothes for a girl

Clothes for a boy

Dress as you like

More to enjoy.

-ends-

Written Thursday 4th April 2024. Revised Friday 5th 2024. Some people might like the short, snappy first draft of the poem of the day. 

The second version might improve the rhythm, or develop a philosophy, or link one verse with the next or amplify the theme or remove irrelevancies which were stuck in to make a rhyme, when a new, better idea occurs to me later.

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