Ladies Day
Horses set to race
Jockey's colours
Jostling in fast pace.
They are all in line
Those bristling mares
Supreme in elegance
Turning heads to stare.
Bets are placed
A bookies dream
Then all those fillies
Lost in green.
Look at her over there
Her outfit's brash
Hemline heading north
And cleavage is slashed
Almost to her navel
What on earth was she thinking
False eyelashes
That create a breeze when she's blinking.
Oh where is chic and poise in dress
My head is aching
With this garish mess.
Jewellery false and obviously cheap
Shoes with criss-cross straps and
Heels which are extraordinarily steep.
A trip on the grass then
An embarrassing faux pas
Tuck that bosom in dear
Buy an adequate bra.
Hats with six foot brims
Balanced precariously on top
Of back-combed hair and extensions
Will it ever stop?
Flowered maxi dresses that flutter and waft
Fake tan orange with tell-tale creases
Brows plucked in swooping arches
With the aid of professional tweezers.
Please stop the pontificating
You know that less is more
Simple and understated
A winner's knocking at the door.
