Today’spoem

From boobs and tum, to builder’s bum This flashing of flesh is distracting. Men in vests, or with bare chests, The need to bare just seems to be catching. Less was supposed to be more, but not any more. Let it all hang out today’s oft-cried motto, Unless it’s thigh high, ‘old fashioned’, they cry — Show your knickers when you fall down blotto. Just why would you believe, or ever conceive A bare midriff that wobbles is appealing. Those rolls of fat, are the opposite of that, There’s some things that are not for revealing. If ever you chance, to watch Strictly Come Dance, The costumes leave nought to the imagination. From a man’s derriere, to a costume barely there, It’s eye-popping, just too much information. Am I little Miss Prim, buttoned up and trim, Just too sanctimonious to do daring? No, just a little old dear, 74 next year, I’d be locked up if I tried to do baring! dorothy Snelson, Bolton.