Underneath

I polish my toenails, but no one will see them ‘Til I wear my sandals next summer. I might as well shine all the pipes ‘neath the sink Just in case I’ll be needing the plumber. I also wear underwear, patterned and bright, Though only my husband might know it. I guess it seems strange to care how something looks When there’s no one to whom you will show it. But each time I look at my toes or get dressed, I enjoy every hue or design; And I realize I’m gussied for one person’s view, Which just happens, of course, to be mine!