Well It's All Very Well... Poem by poppy miller

Well, it's all very well for him
To be jitterbugging about the place
I mean, his bell bottoms cover his whatsits
And the only thing on show are his teeth
Whatever is he thinking of
Throwing you up in the air like that
Your skirt splaying out like a red mushroom
And oh my word! Your unthinkables are see through!
Just look at that flimsy blouse of yours
Saucering well below your cups of…
Well, cups of something anyway
I'm wondering just what is going through
That man's mind
As he throws you up there, his grin
Getting wider.

Bell bottoms = trousers