Invisible Suits Me Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

It was fun going to the concert.
She was dressed in her Chiffon fluff,
hat from Rodeo Drive
and my discount necklace from Tiffany's.
I did, however, suddenly have, and I was sorry,
an attack of Limelight Phobia, the usher did,
with knowing eyes give his precise assessment.
The diagnosis, so said he, is not so very rare,
it is the fear that they will see one's iffy underwear.

So, understanding as he was, he said to tip-toe-follow
behind the curtain I feel safe, but questions do remain,
what if they smell me from afar, was all of this in vain?