The Satin Dress

Needle, needle, dip and dart, Thrusting up and down, Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown? See the stitches curve and crawl Round the cunning seams- Patterns thin and sweet and small As a lady's dreams. Wantons go in bright brocade; Brides in organdie; Gingham's for the plighted maid; Satin's for the free! Wool's to line a miser's chest; Crepe'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 candlelight- Satin's for the proud! They will say who watch at night, "What a fine shroud!"