The Hem of This Dress

“The hem of this dress

 must be addressed!”

Said the Master tailor;

The material scintillating

Under his looking glass.

 

“This is silk!”

Protested the assistant tailor!

“Silk ripples and flows!

Turns into pretty ribbons and bows!”

 

“The hem of this dress

Needs to be addressed!”

The Master took the hue

Of scarlet material

Under his expert fingers!

 

“This is Velvet!”

Protested the Assistant Tailor.

“In deepest scarlet!”

“Velvet luxuriates

The lady wearer!

Adds a mystic and grandeur!

No need for stifling structure!”

 

“You do what I say

Said the Grandmaster!

“For I  am the owner of  the grandeur!

My words are the law!

The law of fashion

Of today

Says the hems of the dresses

Need to be addressed!”

 

“Fashion  is what we say

It is!

We are the fashion of

The masses!

For  I am the youth

My umbilical cord is tied

With the Zeitgeist!

And I say the hem

Of these dresses

Should have lives

Of their own!”

The youth said.

 

The grandmaster was speechless

For the first time in his career.