Red Dress
By J. Lynne Moore
Red dress fell,
With a story to tell;
Crumpled and torn,
Last time worn.
Smooth as snake skin,
Caused many a sin.
Went with her smile,
Was just her style.
Rocked the club,
But that’s the rub;
Then came apart,
He stopped her heart.
A red dress fell,
With a story to tell;
Crumpled in the rain,
Red as the stain.
One last trip,
Body bag zip…
Red dress quite…still…
Red…dressed the kill!
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