(A Note: I know, I know, there's no way Ragetti would ever talk like this, but, hey! It'd be pretty funny if he did, you must admit.)

This one is for Aetas!

O! Dresses!
You go so well with my tresses.
And when I see your frills
O! It gives me the chills!
Pinks, purples, and yellows abound-
I want to spread the joy around!
You can add flowers, bows, and laces-
And when I see you, how my heart races!
Who needs gold, silver, and jewels?
For when I see you, my mouth drools.
O! Dresses!
You go with my tresses!
You are all I shall ever need,
And without you, I would bleed.
Dresses are nourishment to me
And now when I see trousers, I flee!