Walking Past a Lingerie Store
Each day, I walk past a lingerie store.
In the windows are posters of women I adore.
Looking at them makes me feel so glad
because each of them is scantily clad.
Mannequins wear items of silk, satin, and everything nice.
Some of those things are on clearance at reduced price.
There is an especially large-sized bra they've got.
It reminds me of a double cannonball slingshot.
I'm on my way to work, and I have to leave right away.
How convenient it is to have this store along the way.
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