Sunday, January 24, 2010
Where Fashion Sits
Just got an invitation through the mails:
"Your presence requested this evening,
It's formal, a top hat, a white tie and tails."
Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails.
Because I'm invited to step out this evening
With top hat and white tie and tails.
I'm putting on my top hat,
Tying up my white tie,
Brushing off my tails.
I'm duding up my shirtfront,
Putting in the shirt studs,
Polishing my nails,
I'm stepping out, my dear,
To breathe an atmosphere
That simply reeks with class;
And I trust that you'll excuse my dust
When I step on the gas,
For I'll be there,
Putting down my top hat,
Mussing up my white tie,
Dancing in my tails.
Mozes was having fun....Bebe was sitting on his hat so she could have a first class fashion view.
-Are you oke up there...mozes asked..
-I am...smiled Bebe...I can even do a little dance up here..
Posted by The Dutchess at 6:16 AM