Your purple dress is very chic
Your orange shoes they do not squeak
Your hair it hangs straight down.
A necklace of fake di-a-monds
And gold-plate bracelets which weigh tons
You’re dressed to wow the town.
The do is casual you see
The guests are dressed informally
You spent your dough for naught.
They turn their backs and glance away
You look for refuge from the fray
And hide the bling you brought.
As luck of birth some did adorn
Not all were to the manor born
But chance to look the part.
Next time you’d best find out the dress
And practice up on your finesse
And act as if you’re smart.
(Written for dVersePoets, “Just Say What You Don’t Mean: Irony”. April 4, 2013.)