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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-09-10 at 13:16

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Well that has started my Sunday with a smile. A splendid anecdotal story and which little boy wouldn't haven't taken a peek. :-)
2012-10-21


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This cracked me up sincerely, Stan. Too funny :) *hugs* xx
2012-10-01


Rob Graber
Sad end to a golden period of childhood I guess!
2012-09-12


Ridkash Natz kaif
well written!!applauuse!!:)
2012-09-11


melanie sue
I love this. Gives my heart a chuckle. :)
2012-09-10