Terry's Black Skirt

Poem By Renee Marie

Terry, sweet Terry,
you darling dancing flirt;
you glide up and down
in that slit black skirt!

Oh Terry, sweet Terry,
your eyes scintillate.

You smile; never frown as you

Terry, dear Terry, I know you
never shall seem worn ‘cause

no matter what the cost,
sweet self thy shall adorn! Yes,

swaying and waltzing, and
primping with such glee then

teaching to be 'lady-like", she gave
the skirt to me!
Oh Terry, dear Terry;
I wonder if you knew

your slit black skirt
is just a closet billet-doux.

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