The lovely ladies,
Are at the thrift shop,
Donating their lovely dresses,
The exotic brunnette,
Sighs,
Some other lovely ladies,
Will cherish,
And enjoy them,
In some summer field,
In some moonlit garden,
Upon some romantic shore,
Even while theyre doing chores,
Another evening,
In their robes,
They get the comfy red dress,
And shimmering iris dress,
Back from the thrift shop,
On sale,
They couldnt let go,
Of all their dresses,
And they felt lovely and well
Reynaldo Casison