Colour Cure

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