A genuine wardrobe hiccup inspired me to write this poem -
I had a skirt, you could see right through it,
My slaves adored it and I knew it.
Then one day I went and blew it,
I was putting it on and my hand went through it.
I thought I’d mend it, I did pursue it,
But the damage was bad, I could not do it.
I promised myself if I couldn’t rescue it
That I’d make my own skirt, there’s not a lot to it.
Now, when I make a promise I like to stick to it
And just by luck had the latex to do it.
I layed out my pattern and carefully drew it,
It didn’t take long to cut it and glue it.
A few hours later I was stepping into it.
Here is a picture, I’d like you to view it.
It's my new latex skirt. Can you see right through it?
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| My new see through latex skirt |
