Peter liked to dress up in
his sister’s clothes - not such a sin –
but when one fateful day he went
to work in a ball-dress (and scent)
his boss said, “Peter, there’s a code;
although you look quite á la mode
our customers are wondering
if transvestism’s quite the thing.”
At that our Pete was quite offended;
gave notice, said that he intended
to go to court at the EU -
“My human right’s infringed – I’ll sue! ”
He left the office far behind,
Didn’t sue – he changed his mind –
For soon he was a big success
pole-dancing in a spangly dress!
Moral: Power-dressing is SO last-decade!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is all dressings to the main dish :)