The Drying Dresses, She And He

There, dresses were drying in the opposite terrace Some shook their hands, some their legs, small frocks "twist twist" The genuine hero breeze's spirited friendliness that was But a sudden gusty windy villain took off a obese nightie Yelling the big mistress demanded it to be picked fast But he slacked off saying, "one lost means nothing" Angrily she hastened to go rolling down the stairs But then he saw the little frock too flown off far Yelling he ran down fast and saved that little frock And ofcourse the obese nightie too Villain turned hero in her eyes now