Straightlaced Course Set From Whale Bone To Boner Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Can she who straight-laced seemed to be
Open out her hidden charms to view,
Untie knots sacred taking off on cue
Rose velveteen, let everybody see
Silk, satin, paisley patterned fantasy
Exposing twin moons seldom déjà vu.
Some stand alone, pair pride pear, apple true,
Enhanced are others with white whalebone tree
Too forward looking, overhanging, free
Forgone conclusion, overlooked by few,
Or if looked over 'on the level' boo!
Rewarded by spousal glare, breached modesty
Claiming uxorious priority,
Oversight unforgiven by the pew.
Resplendent shine respected line, taboo
Entertaining never, while tatoo
Seamen sport, maids' infra dignity.
Except from bone to boner bonny bride
Too often leaps before she learns to ride.