Battle of the dresses

It would be faintly ridiculous for me to let the Oscars flutter by without a mention, so here goes!

They came, they saw, they conquered.

The dresses, I mean,

they waltzed down the red carpet,

transforming each woman into a queen.

They bedazzled and battled

leaving the suits of men in their wake,

to confront the leader of the pack: Marchesa

was to commit a terrible mistake.

A furious few fought longer,

with chiffon, sequins even a scissor

or two, and tenacity was rewarded

amongst the pushy, pompous victor.

Prada trumped Dior with a score

of pazazz above bland,

yet flowers crept along the cloth

into the diamond, encasing the hand.

But for all this, the dresses fought in vain

for the true Queen arrived,

resplendent and dignified. For all their efforts they

would have to mature, and next year try again.

Very dramatic, but then again, this is the Oscars!