poem of the day: for pvcdiva

The Satin Dress
Needle, needle, dip and dart,
Thrusting up and down,
Where's the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?

See the stitches curve and crawl
Round the cunning seams--
Patterns thin and sweet and small
As a lady's dreams.

Wantons go in bright brocade,
Brides in organdie,
Gingham's for the plighted maid,
Satin's for the free!

Wool's to line a miser's chest,
Crepe's to calm the old,
Velvet hides an empty breast,
Satin's for the bold!

Lawn is for a bishop's yoke,
Linen's for a nun;
Satin is for wiser folk--
Would the dress were done!

Satin glows in candlelight--
Satin's for the proud!
They will say who watch at night,
"What a fine shroud!"

--Dorothy Parker

poem of the day: for pvcdiva

The Satin Dress
Needle, needle, dip and dart,
Thrusting up and down,
Where's the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?

See the stitches curve and crawl
Round the cunning seams--
Patterns thin and sweet and small
As a lady's dreams.

Wantons go in bright brocade,
Brides in organdie,
Gingham's for the plighted maid,
Satin's for the free!

Wool's to line a miser's chest,
Crepe's to calm the old,
Velvet hides an empty breast,
Satin's for the bold!

Lawn is for a bishop's yoke,
Linen's for a nun;
Satin is for wiser folk--
Would the dress were done!

Satin glows in candlelight--
Satin's for the proud!
They will say who watch at night,
"What a fine shroud!"

--Dorothy Parker