POETRY

RIP

Barbara 7-H-2 FPE

There once was a fellow called RIP

Who eased himself into a slip

But his temperature rose as he slipped on his hose For our Rip was a pip in a slip.

While nylons and panties and other such scanties Were our hero's favorite undies

It would be remiss not to mention his bliss

When he wears his pink dress out on Sundays.

Now he knows how it feels to wear pretty high heels

And the tug of a girdle and bra

And the swell of his breasts when attached to his chest Made him exclaim "Oh Ma-Ma!"

But the lady-like walk and the feminine talk

Were facets that he had to work on

If a Jewel he would be not a he but a she

He must sparkle brighter than zircon.

But those cherry-stained lips after business trips Were hard to explain to friend wife So he had to tell and did it so well

The she accepted this part of his life.

Now he "pays his way”.

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proves

he loves her each day

And life for them both is now good

For each one must give so that each one may live

And neither would change if they could.

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