Poem about lust for clothes.

I woke up at dawn,

It was four days behind Christmas

In a click I heard my cat yawn

And detected the odor of a jacamars

I suddenly got up from bed

Never hesitating to open the wardrobe

To cuddle, to embrace, to embed

The stupendous clothes, covered with a robe

The outstanding outfits, as bright as a new coin

My Christmas clothes, a present from dad.

Now I won’t envy the rich group, but will rather join

Them. I can’t stop kissing the clothes, aye, I’m glad!

I’ve always wished Christmas was today, now,

So I can wear it, stroll about, smile,

Strut with new friends, which will be wow!

Whoever is curbing time, you’re so vile!

Let Christmas begin today, before the clothes get lost

Yes let Christmas begin so…Oh! What a lust!!

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  • Priyanka Bhowmick on Nov 9, 2009

    dats quite an exciting feeling… portrayed very well….

  • Netty net on Nov 9, 2009

    I just can’t wait to were them.

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