Last night
In my dreams
I stepped into a bridal shop
But alas
Their stock was low
There had been a sale
They said
Though I was free to look
Among
The Leftovers
Dregs of dresses
Petticoats, Bridesmaids
White lace tomfoolery
Sample pieces
Stuck to mannequin perfection
For someone else
Nothing for me
So in desperation
I turned to them
I haven’t got much time you see
Though they couldn’t help
I would simply have to make do
Or do without
Unstuck Monsters 