She wore polar fleece leggings
To keep her legs warm
As she turned when she danced
Slightly bending her arm
A chuckle escaped me
As I took in her charm
How could I refrain
From laughing so hard
She looked like a shorn sheep
Although a bit tall
My Lord how I loved her
Fleece leggings and all
Funny and amusing, light and nice. A change from the usually, serious poetic babble of most poets.
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This is sweet, especially the last lines.