By B.K.
Date: 2004 Dec 01
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White Eyelet and Pink Flannel Gown

It's like wearing a cloud and flying free
Soft as sealskin all over me
It looks like a woman from another century
With just the right touch of femininity
The mirror keeps staring when I pass
It is so elegant
I think posterity needs a photograph
You might think it a bit old-fashioned
But all that itchy lace and polyester is a bore
All but a touch of silk to sleep in is too warm
This brushed cotton flannel is just my speed
Besides that you like the fact
That you are all hands
And I'm naked as a jay-bird underneath