Dream On, Silk Knickers
Dream on, dream on, silk knickers.
Your use and youth has gone
Like the form you once enhanced,
Gone all saggy.
Your elastic expanded and your shape warped.
You have served your purpose.
Once, you enhanced a youthful, slim, form
Which was to entice a man.
Your history is like that of your owner - short.
Where once you had a designer label
And had residence in an elite shop,
Your style, sought by many, now is faded and dated.
And unlike your poor cotton-tail cousins,
You, with your moth holes, are no use to mankind,
Not even in domestic service as a dust cloth.
So dream on, dream on, silk knickers.
© Judy Brumby-Lake
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