Tight Miniskirt

A fiercely tight as light garment
You won't spare cruel comment;
To put it on a self torment,
To take it off: you shall lament.

Garment's troubles wearers foment
And the needless pains augment,
Sooner on your waist liniment:
A sweet fashion–imposed ailment
"Just,you watch Laura's face,ferment 
You'd think she's from dad's interment"

Laura's thigh had yelled in the skirt,
Her helpless pelvis rudely hurt
By a skirt like a reply curt
And like The Biggest Sin a dirt...

"I see Laura's Mum's hate cement
Tight miniskirt not a raiment".
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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