The Red Dress

Teresa Harrison-Best has a knack of making us laugh and making us cry … a very talented poet indeed!

This poem is sure to put a smile on your face, and is published especially for Valentine’s Day!

The Red Dress

(A Valentine Special)

The meal was booked for seven
at the hippest joint around.
She planned to look so gorgeous
and would knock him off the ground.

Her dress cost her a fortune,
small countries spent far less.
The evening would be perfect,
she was out there to impress.

Whilst her fragrant bath was filling
she placed her dress down flat.
The dog was in the kitchen,
just sleeping with the cat.

Hair straighteners warmed for later
and makeup bag complete.
Her purse was sparkling brightly
next to matching shoes for feet.

Before her pampered bathing,
she gave a gladdened smile
Everything was lovely
with picture-perfect style.

(Later)

Now smelling rather scrumptious,
her ablutions now fulfilled,
she planned for the finale
excited and most thrilled.

(OH NO!)

The cat was laying on her dress,
the dog had gnawed her shoe.
She stood there quite bewildered
what on earth would she now do?

She yelled blue murder, the cat shot off,
the dog then grabbed her dress.
Her straighteners struck the makeup bag
the whole thing was a mess!

She chased the dog to no avail,
he shook it like a rag.
The make up melted just like wax
inside the wretched bag!

The straighteners then just fizzled out,
defunct and now extinct.
But the cat just sat and preened herself
and gave a sort of wink.

To top it all she raised her shoe,
inside a half chewed mouse.
Her scream was filled with horror
resounding around the house.

(Conclusion)

With her dress all torn and straighteners blown
and make up off the list,
any thought of elegance
was totally dismissed.

Now she’s wearing skinny jeans
with her hair just in a bun.
No fancy shoes or glitter bag,
easier said than done.

The dog and cat went back to bed
completely in disgrace.
All thoughts of fun and frolics now
were gone without a trace.

He rang the doorbell with aplomb
excited by the thought.
Flowers firmly grasped in hand,
twelve roses he had bought.

There she stood upon the step
now ready for the date.
He pecked her on her pale white cheek
and feared they would be late.

He said he would just wait for her
whilst she went off to change.
Little did he realise
her right hook was in range.

Written by: Teresa Harrison-Best