Ode To A Girl Salesclerk Poem by Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

I was in search of a girl salesclerk that I knew
Or of a pair of new jeans, I don't know, when I went past the shop.
A girl salesclerk said hallo to me, I said I was in search of another girl.
The second girl gave me a sharp reply: 'Now I'm here'.
This second had streaked hair, serious face, middle height,
An undershirt, short dungarees.
Now those dungarees, I'm sure they were in their place.
She gave me a pair of jeans in the latest fashion.
She had straight smooth naked legs and those her very short dungarees...
Suddenly the dungarees got partly chickened out.
Were they already this way, or had they become this way?
Now I don't know it yet.
Now those dungarees don't cover her breast anymore,
Their lower part covers only her pubis again.