The Lady Of Fashion Poem by Dennis Lange

I know what I'll wear if there's smoke in the air -
I prep for it with a hot passion.
I cannot be caught like a babe - unaware;
For I am a lady of fashion.

The touches I add will bring praises by all
(For frills I am filled with compassion) :
White lace and white gloves and a pink parasol,
For I am a lady of fashion.

In case of a fire, I'll escape in great style
Though faces around me be ashen.
I'll stroll down the steps with a red carpet smile.
So said the grand lady of fashion.