It was so long since I'd worn a nice new dress,
I stood before the mirror starry-eyed.
For once I didn't look a sorry mess,
I held my head up high and beamed with pride.
Bright red it was, with v-neck, low-cut back,
Revealing in a style I used to shun.
I know that when I took it off the rack,
That wearing it I'd be quite sure to stun.
Though no spring chicken, rather past my prime,
Caution to the wind I'd really tossed.
I wanted to look radiant one more time
And prove the charms I'd had were not all lost.
My wife came home, I ripped it off in fright
And shoved it in the cupboard out of sight.