A Poem For Friday

Tights

Tights. Now there’s a word,

Which is quite absurd,

Panty hose is just as bad,

And pop socks are a daft fad,

The men all like stockings best,

But those straps are such a pest,

Knee highs seem to be knee lows,

Falling right down to my toes.


But tights take the crown,

For making me frown,

Whatever the size, it’s wrong,

Sometimes they are far too long,

Other times they are too short,

And between my thighs get caught,

Medium would do, I think,

But all that’s left is bright pink.


For legs that are wan,

There’s American tan,

Though the rest of me’s a sight,

White arms, brown legs doesn’t look right,

Ivory makes my legs glow,

Even in the pitch black though,

Barely black are a nice hue,

But by mistake, I buy blue.


Now and then it all works out,

A perfect pair, there’s no doubt,

Alas, there’s always a hole,

Sometimes starting at the sole,

Spreading into a ladder,

Right up, making me madder,

So now I really don’t care,

My legs can always go bare.

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18 Responses to A Poem For Friday

  1. This really made me giggle, Esther. I had to put on a smart dress today and high heels, in order to collect my awards and have my pictures taken for the press. I had no pantihose, not a single pair, so I went without. I had to dust my shoes.

  2. Tights – the best use I’ve found for them is to strain old paint!

  3. Chel Owens says:

    I like soft, thick socks. Oh, and not needing to go outside so I can keep wearing them!

  4. markbierman says:

    Honestly, how do women put up with those things? 🙂

  5. I remember my teen years, when tights were such a frustration for a young, amorous chap.
    I was shocked when I discovered that the crotch of my girlfriend’s tights was about six inches above the knee.

  6. Linkingpeople2003 says:

    A Short Story For Friday

    Tights

    Tights, now there’s a word, which is quite absurd. Panty hose is just as bad and pop socks are a daft fad. The men all like stockings best but those straps are such a pest. Knee highs seem to be knee lows, falling right down to my toes. But, tights take the crown for making me frown whatever the size, it’s wrong. Sometimes they are far too long, other times they are too short and between my thighs get caught. Medium would do, I think, but all that’s left is bright pink. For legs that are wan, there’s American tan, though the rest of me’s a sight. White arms, brown legs doesn’t look right. Ivory makes my legs glow even in the pitch black though. Barely black are a nice hue but by mistake I buy blue. Now and then it all works out, a perfect pair, there’s no doubt. Alas, there’s always a hole, sometimes starting at the sole, spreading into a ladder, right up, making me madder, so now I really don’t care. My legs can always go bare!

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