In restaurants stockings slyly gossip
Delicately whispering as legs uncross
Shamelessly flirting under the tables
With trousers bearing designer labels.
Socks unassuming in everyday life
Madly swop partners when put in drawers
Red with blue, strips with spots
Changing round again after every wash
And though you won’t see them
Swinging from chandeliers they still contrive
In hosiery harlotry to spend their lives.
Zips on the other hand are surprisingly prudish.
Less often up than down, open than shut
Distaining the more mischievous buttons
Coming undone with indecorous pops.
Then there are the skirts – universally loved
Even by the trousers – each leg sniffily
says ‘impractical!’. But they’re just jealous…
And dream twin dreams of swirling
Like dancers round knees and thighs
Caught in continual waltz of motion
Finally beautiful in other clothes eyes.
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