Women’s clothing through the ages
Weren’t always so comfortable
At times they needed someone
To help them to tug and to pull
And that was the corset, my friend
I cannot imagine how that would be
It would be painful constantly
As it is worn, it seems like to me
The lovely dresses worn on top
Hid a torturous object, I think
And for what, I would wonder
I’d be pushed right to the brink
I’m just so glad it is over
Oh please, don’t bring them back
Rather than wear a corset
I would rather wear an ugly sack!
Marilyn Lott
12-3-11
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I would like to translate this poem
Marilyn I don't think that women were corsets anymore. They just starve themselves to fit into that tight little black dress