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Trailblazing pink flooded London’s showcases
But only this dress called out to be worn!
When I let slip how much I loved the races
You volunteered to be my chaperone
I played along when in your detached manner
You questioned me on the Ascot dress code
Just so you knew I had high stakes in glamour
I wore my new dress and moved so it flowed
Dazed by the preview you manfully mentioned
Watching Queer Eye would add spice to your style
For Ladies Day you had matched to perfection
Your pocket square to my pink textile
Next to your black suit I dazzled in colour
In the crowd’s patchwork we merged as one print…
That Ascot dress now hangs zipped in its cover
The wardrobe lighting throws rust on its tint
About the Creator
Kate Glincey
A beginner poet
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