Sloane's frock

A cross dresser from Crosby called Sloane
found a gown in a class of its own.
It made his head whirl
when he gave it a twirl
with a little appreciative moan.
 
Its elegant bodice was old school
wafts of taffeta, chiffon and tulle
in tier on tier nestled,
a vision so festal,
it would make any debutante drool.
 
Swirling with both arms out flung
Sloane gloried in how his frock swung,
his heart took delight
in its shimmering flight
and in all the places it clung.
 
At the back it was cut very low
complete with a big floaty bow  
and a delicate ruche,
understated not louche,
with a mermaid skirt belling below.
 
Sloane sashays as his flounces purr
perfumed with hibiscus and myrrh             
his sequins agleam
in a bespangled dream
setting onlookers’ spirits astir.
 
The resplendent effect overall
is to dazzle, beguile and enthral. 
No worries big fella,
just like Cinderella
be assured you shall go to the ball.