Trysting Without Thomasina
In my borrowed jacket
And my one-day hire socks
(Style? Yes, I lack it)
But my tartan trilby rocks!
In my boots and panties
And nothing else at all
A dozen vigilantes
have dragged me to the ball
In my bra and hoopskirt
And shoulder pads and spats
I'm quite the naughty flirt
Upside down on yoga mats
In my velvet trousers
Beret and pantyhose
Booties on my schnauzers
And pince-nez on my nose
In my Eden inspired fig leaf
And my chic porkpie hat
I wander down to the coral reef
Bodacious, bitchin', phat
In the water, cool and deep,
I left my underpants
Then 'ore the rocks I took a peep
And began to swim toward France.
Contributors: | Roland, Ethetran, F, (trad), N, e, Dassn't Say, dok, K8, Karen, Anon., gussie. |
Poem finished: | 22nd September 2003. |