The New Dress Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

The New Dress

There it stands in the window
the colour is sublime
it really is so pretty
I wish that it was mine
sadly my purse is empty
and there's so little time
I guess I'll have to leave it
for someone else to find

I've searched for several days now
to find a dress for me
but everything is too expensive
and out of reach you see
perhaps when I am older
or I can win the fee
I'll come and buy that pretty dress
and wear it lovingly.