My hair was blonde, my bosom caused men gloom

All the men who help me on the bus
Will  get a big surprise one day quite soon
If I dress like Brigitte Macron does

I cannot wear the heels but have hair mousse.
To bare my knees would be a shock and crime
Distressing  men who help me on the bus

I have  red culottes, blonde hair to muss
Chanel soap and all  the French perfumes
Should I dress like Brigitte Macron does?

I  need no underpinnings and  no fuss
“Brazilian” waxes  make me  swear and fume
Disturbing  men who help me on the bus

Once my legs were thin  like blades of grass
My hair was blonde, my bosom caused men gloom
Would I dress like Brigitte Macron does?

My eyes were blue, they lured  men to their doom,
For all I did was make them  clean my rooms.
All the men who help me on the bus
Will cry  off if I dress like Brigitte Macron does

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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2 Responses to My hair was blonde, my bosom caused men gloom

  1. Bushka says:

    A Classy Lass…Isn’t she???? 😉 Hugs!

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