The Red Dress

I can't believe I almost let National Poetry month go by with no acknowledgement on my blog. This poem isn't anything deep, but Dorothy Parker is always fun. And isn't that vintage red dress beyond marvelous?

The Red Dress

I always saw, I always said

If I were grown and free,
I'd have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a Summer day,
And there'd be one to see me so
And flip the world away.

And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood....
I have the silly gown.