Some day she says that she will find <br />a panty hose to fit her waist. <br />It's not so much that cute behind, <br />its contours having been erased <br />by many years of working hard, <br />additionally, much modern food <br />turns into, seemingly, just lard <br />which always dampens her good mood <br />to see the ripples of soft jelly <br />what used to be a handsome belly. <br /> <br />The real problem that we face, <br />abdominal recalcitrance. <br />The garment will not stay in place, <br />a sign of sheer belligerence. <br /> <br />On Tuesday we went off to Meyer <br />to try the newest import on. <br />The lady said it must go higher, <br />and by the way they do not run. <br /> <br />So we went home quite empty-handed <br />because there wasn't any hose <br />and common sense at last demanded <br />that she decline. Instead she chose <br />a pair of German Lederhosen <br />with Edelweiss suspenders, true. <br />When we got home her buns were frozen. <br />We wrote this story just for you.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/panty-hose-troubles/
