Sunday, July 13, 2014

Large sighs

What happens to the gals who wear a twenty
 When dresses all are twelves?
 For cute tricks there are coverings a-plenty.
 For poppets, pigmies, elves.
They say that Cleopatra once was rolled
 In rugs, to call on Caesar;
 Perhaps she shopped where only tens were sold
 It took eighteen to please 'er
So bring a tent, a toga at my call.
 Or else find standing there
 A daughter of the gods, divinely tall
 And most divinely bare.


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