Up their wooden towers,
bronzed ladies began to put on
their frilled frocks and robes.
They glowed against the light as their names were called.
One by one, they gracefully descended.
The air was filled with such warm gale
as these sun-tanned ladies danced their way
and dropped onto laps of tongue-tied men.
And as the night unraveled its sooted robe,
the bronzed ladies began to loosen their frocks
and bare their brittle bodies to onlooking men.
The night became hazy as the ladies dozed off,
their frocks all mangled on the ground.
The men sighed at the silence, knowing too well
that the bronzed ladies will awaken next year.