Would you be much impressed, my dear,
Now you've adopted shorts,
If males like me came dressed, my dear,
In skirts, to divers sports?
With gussets, flares and pleats and things
Like that, we'd give our fancy wings
To grace the links and courts.
You should not worry very much,
Since male attire you choose,
If, with a chic Parisian touch
And taste in cut and hues,
We garbed ourselves, from neck to knees,
In crepe de chine or 'summer breeze'
Of pretty pinks and blues.
Would frills and flounces seem absurd
Upon the manly form?
I don't see why, upon my word,
Such gads, should raise a storm
Of ridicule. And, if they do,
Scorn coming from one garbed like you
Is really rather warm.
Think the position out, my dear,
And be consistent, please.
And, while you dash about, my dear,
In pants shorn to the knees,
You're drawing from the normal male
The same loud laugh with which you'd hail
A man in fripperies.
Fancy wings of love and life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
changing the air of changing the wind storm of changing develops the industry, sense of discovery, science of invention, sociology, economy, politics......everything and everyone yeah the wind storm of changing hugs and cuddles the study, ritual rites, dress code in style and fashion oh the wind storm of changing decorates the male with full cloths and decorates the female short lovely cloths!
If males like me came dressed, my dear, In skirts, to divers sports? With gussets, flares and pleats and things Like that, we'd give our fancy wings To grace the links and courts.. interesting thoughts. tony
Wonderfully witty verse poem...well penned; acutely observed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A witty little piece.