RONDO
CAPRICCIOSO. (II)
In conquering lust
I, honestly, must
To disgusting failure confess
When lasses possess
Not quite enough dress
To successfully cover the bust.
I cannot quite purge
The sexual urge,
Which emerges from me as a sigh,
When fashions deny
The feminine thigh
Its proprietary yardage of serge
What makes me succumb
Has no rule of thumb
That’s incumbent solely on sight;
For often the plight
Of slacks that are tight
Has incited a pinch on the bum.
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