The Fig Leaf

Ah, the fig leaf makes us tame,
Helps us men to hide our shame,
But for girls it's unfair game,
For they always guess and wonder,
What lies yonder, what lies yonder,
Fooled them all with great pretensions
About rather small extensions,
Here you find the blushing bride
Falling for a man handsome and wide,
Filled with grandeur and with pride,
But once the fig leaf does come down,
The sweet, young thing begins to frown,
For when it comes to push and shove,
For making love - it's not enough,
So ladies, disregard the short and tall,
Before you try - the fig leaf must fall...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz