My wedding dress

© 2009 newpoet2009

White and voluminous,
It is made polyester.
The designer sew the small pearls,
onto the dress.
I tried on one, two, and three.
the final one,
were my preference.
I liked it precisely.
But I cared not forever.
I walk lofty down the street,
suchlike peacock fluttering my behind.
I had a exact long pearly tail.
It was a stifling day,
It didn’t quite get dirty.
the crowds all cheer at the house.
The majestic hour has begun,
I prance on the ship.
I were the prettiest lady,
of the day.

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July 1, 2009. General Poetry. No Comments.

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