And Now Hard Skirts
My love's inclined to wear a hat
But then he stands up, once it's on
And I'm not sure that where he's at
A hat's the sort of thing to don
His barber says he's had enough
He's shorter than my lover, Jim
And always had to do it tough
And hide his hat from him
My beau's inclined to wear a skirt
But then he swishes, once it's on
And I'm not sure that he should flirt
Or act like such a paragon
His tailor says he's given up
Jim's outfits are both his and hers
It causes him to wheeze and hiccup
And don endangered furs
My wife's inclined to wear pyjamas
Androgyny I go for
(Does her nightwear have to look like Gramma's?)
This poem is no more
Contributors: | Francine, Kansas Sam, Nym, Anon., tonedeaf. |
Poem finished: | 28th July 2003. |