Deal Diva Theatre: Ode to a Dress
Today, a day which should be Friday and not Thursday, when I am tired and moody, when I ate the entire contents of my neighborhood Tijuana Flats for lunch, I bring you a soliloquy entitled...
Ode to a Dress
It's morning and my eyes are stuck,
Sealed with old mascara chunks.
My tummy is beset with bloat.
My arms won't fit inside a coat.
Tiny jeans, they mock and tease:
"Aren't you glad you ate that cheese?"
The tops, the pants, the cardigans,
The belts and buttons condescend.
I turn on heel, head forth to bed,
For solace b'lo my own eyelids.
But hark, where comes that angel sound?
That flash of light? I whirl around.
It's you, my love, my faith redeemed
By empire waist and stretchy seams.
You show not pantyline nor pudge
And mask my habits, carbs and fudge.
You're loose and soft and comforting,
Like Hugh Grant and some margarine.
I put you on with hasty pace,
A fashion-friendly pillowcase.
I leave for work with blessed verve.
A dress, my friends, we all deserve.
In conclusion, buy yourself an empire waist dress today!
Deal Diva Stephanie
Photo: Elaine, who gets me.