Smart casual, they say.
No jeans allowed.
Headache, I must say.
Think of the dress.
First time ever, with my own money I bought.
To the formal party, I went.
And being kept in the cupboard ever since.
Now it is time, taking it out once more.
Slipping it on, become a toy of the parent.
Friends come; to the charity night off we go.
Surprised and shocked, seeing jeans and casual.
Questioning the attire, but no can do.
With cameras and phones, pictures are taken.
For the memories of future, we pass it on.
Not the performances and food, but the company of all.
Night of flashes and greetings, there it ends.
Finally, we say.
Off for a drink.
