Inch by inch we uncovered them.
Abbreviating year by year
Mode up from ankles summer-sloshed;
Eve's rhythm-swirling gear.
Was there a molested victim
More wary as more willing?
No stray designer's hand fought off;
Beau Monde faith instilling.
Bouts of quaintness suffer them
The poor women of fashion.
Nudity's novelty apogee -
Some see in it regression!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely to hear about women's fashion shrinking and from a mans point of view.
Thankyou so much Lyn. 😊
Thankyou so much Lyn. 😊