CONFESSION OF A LEG MAN

 
(With an apology to Cole Porter.)


When Grand-dad was teen,
Ankles were ‘obscene’.
HIS Grandma, oh no,
Her legs would not show:
She’d say, “Shorter dresses
Are for temptresses.”

“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking.
Now, Heaven knows…
HEMLINES HAVE ROSE!”

My heart bursts in song
At legs that are long
And look smooth when bare
Or in nylon wear.
When such leg appears,
I get ‘ideas’.

When standing upright
Legs gladden my sight,
Then eyes stray, ahem,
Towards the dress hem.
Imagination
Rouses sensation.

If the dress is short,
Then my eye is caught
And I, furtive, dare
Look for underwear;
An odd knicker flash,
Over in a dash.

Sat crossed in a chair,
Legs invite a stare
That I make, discreet,
At the sandalled feet
With toenails painted….
“OH, SOMEONE’S FAINTED!”