Whenever I have seen a woman in a short skirt
My mind has went completely berserk,
As I stared at her legs and then her ass
I have then become quite literal and crass.
Sadly, but happily I was not cultured or refined
It is how I was created and designed,
But, then what happened to me unexpectedly next
Was utterly mind opening, and quite complex.
She had just walked into the room
Quickly upon her my eyes did roam and did zoom,
I then recognized her as a teacher of sports
As she was wearing her Nike tank and exercise shorts.
I then saw her firm ass and shapely legs
To which beauty and inspiration an artist begs,
Then as though my definition from a dictionary was tore;
I now chase the women wearing skirts no more.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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