The Dance for the Insane
hosted annually,
was canceled due to the reign
of King Louie from pod B.
He conspired with Mother Nature,
who used to be my third grade teacher.
She called in a Hurricane,
which ripped off the window panes.

The two made quite a pair.
He wore only purple and gold,
and she kept twigs in her hair.
Some blame it on the asbestos and mold.
Such a shame that we will not have a dance,
for how I do love to frolic and prance.
Yes, insanity caught me in its snare.
Ask me why I’m here, if you dare.

While looking for a costume,
just some fun to be had,
I found it at a thrift store.
High collar,
sophisticated,
the train stretching out a foot long
lace trimming,
still mostly white,
with delicate flowers.
Only one stain,
on the end of the train,
makes a light brown blot.
Perhaps a guest spilled coffee
walking up behind her,
or maybe a drop of tobacco
spewed out of her grandpa’s mouth.
She was just my size.
A perfect fit.
I will take it to the cleaners.
It will look like new.