The Height Of Sophistication Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Dressed only in long
elegant gloves
shiny shiny stilettos
& a little black pill-box hat
with spotted veil

(all my pleas to “Please...hurry! ”
“Get yer skates on...get yer skirt on! ”)
All to no avail...falling on deaf ears.

You hover about
in this constant
state of undress
deciding now to do
the hovering

(Why!)
Or some other tidying up!
I could cry...& do!
And you forgetting when the doorbell rings
(how you are attired)

until I cautiously suggest
you put on...your dress?
& you do a double-take:
“Oh...yes! ”
And then we step out
we two

to ballet or play or what we will!
I still seeing you
as you were
before you became the height
... of sophistication.