A parade

A parade of colours
Be assured
that not on any other
Do they look so good

But the colours run
Under sweaty sun
And smudge on tea cups
And to set out to appear

to appeal out of coquettish fear
to the need for beauty
Some mysterious inner greed
I too am subject though do not expect

that any effort be made
A spring fashion parade
A pretty formly array
That males like to assay
.