My Leotard Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I bought myself a leotard
to wear each night in bed.
My wife says it looks avant-garde
a bit like Mister Ed.
Her nightie is the see-through kind
a dark fluorescent yellow,
it covers all and her behind,
and stirs the little fellow.

Expanding this is are socks of rouge
two pairs of different size
beneath, in case of a deluge
or other strange surprise,
a bilroth sheet to grace the floor
and keep the cold from rising
and just in case, there's more and more
(the thought is tantalising) ,
a Chinaman sleeps on that sheet
he is a trusted lad,
he generates some human heat
but can be real bad.

So, if you think you are confused
we may just say the same,
since egos easily are bruised
we all must play the game.
A small expandable black mitt
once made of mink from Russia,
two patches of it for each tit
that's how we sleep in Prussia.