Sequined Dress Poem by Lee Fones

Sequined Dress



me auntie came to visit
made dresses all sequined
you'd hear something explicit
as her fingers they got pinned

hour upon hour
stitch after every ouch
shed take a boiling shower
and blood stains on the couch

that lovely sequined dress
was meant to have a crest
to be honest it was a mess
in the end she confess

Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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