Safety lies in my grey cowl neck dress
It has no openings except for the head.
Grey is not a colour to impress
I shan’t wear grey qowns when I go to bed.
The cowl neck covers me in decent form
A pure old maiden I shall now become
But now i see the fabric’s thin ,not warm
It clings to me,my peace of mind’s undone.
I see I must return to trousers black
And tunics that are thick and long and warm
My venture into dress had pushed me back
And made me shyer than a lamb just shorn.
Oh,women waste no time in dresses fine
Cover up and you will look divine
How my heart sings 