Enough Rope/The Satin Dress
The Satin Dress
NEEDLE, needle, dip and dart,Thrusting up and down,Where’s the man could ease a heartLike a satin gown?
See the stitches curve and crawlRound the cunning seams—Patterns thin and sweet and smallAs a lady’s dreams.
Wantons go in bright brocades;Brides in organdie;Gingham’s for the plighted maid;Satin’s for the free!
Wool’s to line a miser’s chest;Crape’s to calm the old;Velvet hides an empty breast;Satin’s for the bold!
Lawn is for a bishop’s yoke;Linen’s for a nun;Satin is for wiser folk—Would the dress were done!
Satin glows in candle-light—Satin’s for the proud!They will say who watch at night,“What a fine shroud!”