I almost wept.
My brand new dress would need the laundry.
It wasn’t too noticeable,
But when you pay a month’s dosh for that special do,
You don’t want even a ghost of a mark on the thing.
Yes, yes it’s only on the edges
But you know how beer stinks.
Hey but that was some evening…wasn’t it!?
This was written for the prompts on Poetry Jam this week...
Thanks for the fun words Chris from Enchanted Oak!