As She Walked (I Stared) Poem by Randy McClave

She told me to stop looking at her boobs,
I told her I would if she wouldn't wear such a revealing top,
Then my eyes they roamed in wander to look at her shapely ass
She then turned around and looked at me, as she commanded me to stop.
I told her that I always looked at the coupons in the newspaper
And when I see a billboard I always give it a quick glance,
Then when I saw her walking around with her free advertisements
I was looking at what she was displaying, and not looking for love or romance.
I then asked her why she was wearing such a revealing blouse
If she did not want me to look at or admire her ample breasts,
When you display your belongings everyone will want to look or ogle
So why I ask her, at myself or other onlookers all the anger and protests.
Why do some women wear very short skirts or tight jeans I asked
If they do not want men to look at their legs or gaze at their butts,
Do these women tease or are they trying to provoke some form of jealously
The way some women dress and the way they act reminds me of sluts.
I never had a problem if a woman wanted to flaunt her body
As long as she is happy I don't care what clothes she does, or does not wear,
My problem is, if she thinks she is too good for me to view her
So please don't dress provocatively, and tell me, I cannot or must not stare.

Randy L. McClave