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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