Its simple parts cannot ever redress
The mystery that dances across its folds
Cloth and thread, no account for the success
Which strikes plain garment with magic untold
The power it wields to fully impress
A gaggle of women with gawking eyes
Who turn away, say they could not care less
Then secretly check the stores for their size
And who, after all, could truly assess
What transformation occurs when it’s worn?
A maidenly housewife now a princess
No longer life’s menial cares to be borne
How can it, nothing singular possess?
That wonder, that marvel, the brand new dress