A very true story
My Mother Was A Corsetiere
My Mother was a corsetiere
A career for her befitting
She tightened waistlines and flattened rears
In most every fitting sitting
Infatuated by moms’ clientele
Behind curtains I peek-a-booed
Much too young for show and tell
I secretly sneaked my voyeur views
‘Till one sad day they found me out
And I got what I deserved
Dad bashed me with his big hand clout
But couldn’t cloud what I’d observed
by Stan Cooper…8/27/12 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2012-09-10 at 13:16
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