Within his room the vestments are displayed,
Each garment hung,so perfectly arrayed.
Reverently he stands to survey his clothes,
Pulls up his pants and gently blows his nose.
In her boudoir a different scene is found,
Where dangers pearls, and fashions abound.
The mistress of the house she contemplates,
The trials and tribulations she must face.
Around the room her treasures now on view,
So many styles in vogue so much to rue.
Preppy Bombshell Classic perhaps Boho,
So much to choose,so much she doesn’t know.
She makes a start her labours now begin,
Success or fail the line is paper thin.
The endless hours of shopping she’s endured,
Those sacrifices to fashion, and haute couture.
At last she picks, after hours and hours of stress,
The body hugging bombshell will be the dress.
A look so daring, as to confound,
The best dressed woman, she must be crowned.
As she attires herself she smugly smiles,
Tonight will be a victory for her wiles.
Her muse is careful no word of his is heard,
That might offend his dame or be inferred.
The dress she wears is slightly undersized,
In a body so bountiful perhaps unwise.
Beside the village walls a hotel stands,
Once the village inn it looks so grand.
Wherein the great and good have gathered round,
Discussing serious matters like horse and hounds.
Our dame, comes in late to show her wares,
To consternation gasps and outright stares.
Her dress is nearly bursting at the seams,
Oblivious to it all,is her,it seems.
Collapsing seams it’s stitches must resist,
Each intake of breath or they will desist.
But fatigued by constant shock they implode,
The bombshell dress now finally explodes.
Structural collapse has started to begin
Stitches popping, each ping against the skin
Seams, violently being ripped apart
Each tear another dagger to her heart
The dress itself has now become a frock
The blast has transformed it into a smock
Her body shape and size now unrestrained
Occupies the new found spaces it has attained
Carefully driving home, her muse says naught,
Believing that a spoken word will out,
The anger of his dame now in disgrace,
And the bombshell that blew up in her face.