EVENSONG

40

All day I dress in trousers And I work like other guys,

Heaving, shouting, cussing

While the sweat runs in my eyes.

But at last comes 5 o'clock

And the end of daily toil,

I hurry home to shower off The sweat and grimy soil.

Then, stepping forth all dripping I'm fresh and new and clean

And I reach out for fresh undies (Bet you know the kind I mean).

Donning bra and slip and panties, Giving hair a little curl,

I slip into my heels and skirts And spend the evening as a girl.

Virginia