POLKA DOT DRESS

Two of stripes, three of pattern,

Twirling around, actions scattered. 

Two of pin-stripe, three of blue, 

Stepping about, dancing ensue.

“Step, step, triple step!”

Challenged, they dare accept!

Laughing, spinning, turning--so grand!

For the talented couple in the middle--a hand!

The floor, cheerfully carrying forty-four,

The walls, joyfully harboring just a few more

Are perplexed by planted Oxfords,

A pair of steady standing Saddles.

For two there stand and four there are.

Peculiar and bizarre to the others they are.

He, an unkempt and dreadful mess, 

Spots her: the Polka Dot Dress.

“To this may we dance and morrow again?

Perhaps, our lifetime, forever amen.”