She will go to the ball

She ran around in a deep rage
Tired of being kept in a cage
Her father was an evil man
Socials and parties he did ban

The summer ball was on the way
Anticipation built all day
Tulula was never to set foot
Outside, she was to stay put

Her father needn’t worry
She could get no dress in a hurry
Rules make her curse and crash
“Now dear, do nothing rash”

Out they all went; dressed up
“Don’t spill the champagne cup”
Bitterness and jealousy flooded
Ne’er felt so cold blooded

Creativity was oh so surely needed
To make a dress floaty and beaded
She refused to miss the ball tonight
She’s make a dress before twilight

The poor materials on offer
Would produce such a shocker
But blessed with skills, success
Was a given with this ball dress

Armed with her tools and glue vats
Her materials: J-cloths and beer mats
Will ruin her father’s dear collection
Not even genius gets his affection

An hour later she looked in wonder
At her beer matted dress; t’was no blunder
She amazed herself; smiled with reverence
All would greet her with deference

The j-cloth and beer mat donned girl
Oh how she danced, all but a whirl
Her father, he scowled and stomped
No matter; in love she was swamped