She walked into the room and all heads turned
Her dress was made of polyunderus, later we learned.
Smoother then new silk, shinier then the finest gold.
With silver threads running throw it-a sight to be hold.
As she slowly walked to the middle of the room,
this polyunderus dress flowed like light from the moon.
Moving as if this material had a mind of it's own.
She could not afford this dress so it much be on lone.
She danced all night with every man at the ball,
we all wanted to touch the loveliest dress of all.
With the tower striking the last stroke of twelve,
She vanished before our eyes and did it quite well.
All the men sit around with their head in their hands,
The party was over without her and that dress so grand.
The ladies were mad but what could we have done,
When we got home we found our pockets picked every one.
Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore