Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress

The little black dressMy carriage straight, your bosom taut,
I courted you smartly, as young men ought,
Applauded your shape in a little black dress,
Followed your arms as they rose to undress.

Now frames are bent, our breastwork sags,
And the little black dress is gone for rags.
So I court you gently, as old men must,
With a shade less ardor, a bit less fuss.

 

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