Control top pantyhose
smoothes the ugly bulges,
the unending dimples.
Trims and tucks and
never divulges.
It supports and holds,
shapes and molds
so the little black dress
always beholds
only the best of me.
Hose slips and slides
shrinks and glides
to places better left
unmentioned.
It runs and tears
unravels and snags,
Pinches, rolls, and wears
my edgy nerves to rags.
Even so, it’s always there
beneath my favorite clothes.
All its nylon and wonder,
all its itchy, picky care
contained in those silly damn pantyhose.
~hmv
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