I am going to a Saturday night party,
Where I can meet my primary buddies,
I enter into the closet to pick up a dress,
The dress I bought for my recent birthday,
Looks very dull and everyone had seen,
The Christmas dress got frills, not thrills,
The office attires too formal, not clamorous,
The one with spaghetti strap, gone too small,
The matching cardigans of all hues,
A few are embroidered, painted and plain,
The skirts are either too long or too short,
The chiffon, cotton, nylon and Chinese silk,
Tropical batiks where the nature is intact,
Laced Stockings with hot pants, may look odd,
Designer's gowns that are hung for years,
Never touched for once for Saturday night fever,
Walk through the closet third time around,
Still confused what to choose and display,
At last I decide and my decision is final,
I am going for shopping to buy a new one.
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