Then she took the red dress out
And slipped it on – I held my mouth
Open on body suspending this pout
Fitting its purpose – complete no surprise
Rouge figure suited curved like her eyes
A glorious colour and cut for her size! !
She glides – she such a beautiful ghost
Howling my soul went with a clink for a toast
To a dress and a woman so simply the most
Magical vision my thoughts were alive
Honey – the bees – the queen and the hive
Oh Dreaming! ! - To be up at five.