The early days
of wedded bliss
Held passion wild, untamed;
but with the passing of the
years
This lusty fervor waned.
"We'll have to
find a cure to stem
This indolence within,"
She thought, and then devised
a plan
Her husband's warmth to win.
When he
returned from work next day
And opened his front door,
Beheld his wife in
naked pose,
He balked at what he saw.
"Good grief!"
he cried, "Have you gone mad?
Are you in some distress?"
"My dear," she
said, "look closer here,
For this is my Love Dress."
He gazed upon
her naked form
Then took her in his arms,
Transferred her to the bedroom
where
He yielded to her charms.
Their days
took on a renewed glow
Now love had been revived;
She thought she'd tell
her mother how
The marriage had survived.
"I wonder,"
mused her mother's mind,
"Would it be such a crime
To try inject
excitement in
A marriage past its prime?"
Next day her
hubby went to golf,
Came home a trifle sore;
He'd been in bunkers, in the
rough:
A game one would deplore.
He climbed the
stairs, the door flung wide,
He stood aghast with shame
To see the body of
his wife
Quite starkers fill the frame.
"You stupid
woman! Lost your mind?
Where is your modesty?"
"My dear, surprise! Look
twice; this is
My Love Dress, can't you see?"
"Why, yes I
can, and I concede
You've tried, without a doubt;
But I'd have thought the
wrinkles, dear,
You would have ironed out!"
Copyright; Vivienne
Ledlie
