SEXY GARMENT STORE.

HENRY AND HIS WIFE GO SHOPPING.

I can’t believe they’ve
Got that kind of shop in
Town, says Henry’s wife,

It’s one of those kinky
Underwear places, you
Know the kind, with all

Those bras and panties
And over sexy bed wear;
Enough to make a decent

Woman cringe, she adds
Shaking her head, giving
Henry her severest stare.

Henry raises his ebony
Eyebrows. Can’t see you
Wearing that kind of gear

Anyway, Henry says, but
Some might like to wear
It for their private lives.

Shouldn’t be allowed,
She says, gives the town
A bad name, people might

Think we’re all the same.
Where there’s a market
There’s a supplier, Henry

Says, some one must buy
To make it pay. Oughtn’t
To be making any money

At all that’s what I say,
She replies, the dark tigers
Leaping from her eyes, her

Hands on her hips. What
Would you think if I wore
That kind of kinky stuff

And walked around the
House in those thin things?
Henry thinks, closes down

His imagination, and says,
I thank God whatever comes
And whatever He in His

Wisdom brings. The wife
Stony featured storms ahead.
Guess I’m going to sleep alone

Tonight in bed, Henry sighs,
Remembering his wife’s dark
Tigers leaping from her eyes.