My Favorite Shirt
Oh, how sublimely my hormones hurt
At the sight of you in my favorite shirt
Not once did I ever intend to share it
'Til my peepers eyed how well you wear it
Oh, my, lordy knows I've a need, devout
For the beguiling way that you fill it out
At such divine form, I've no need to scoff
Yet, you're finer, still ... when you take it ...
Off.
* FIRST PLACE in the "Epigram" Poetry Contest, Deborah Guenther Beachboard, Sponsor. *
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