A very true story

My Mother Was A Corsetiere


My Mother was a corsetiere

A career for her befitting

She tightened waistlines and flattened rears

In most every fitting sitting


Infatuated by moms’ clientele

Behind curtains I peek-a-booed

Much too young for show and tell

I secretly sneaked my voyeur views


‘Till one sad day they found me out

And I got what I deserved

Dad bashed me with his big hand clout

But couldn’t cloud what I’d observed


by Stan Cooper…8/27/12 graphic by Don Hunt

Poetry by Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-09-10 at 13:16

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Well that has started my Sunday with a smile. A splendid anecdotal story and which little boy wouldn't haven't taken a peek. :-)

F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This cracked me up sincerely, Stan. Too funny :) *hugs* xx

Rob Graber
Sad end to a golden period of childhood I guess!

Ridkash Natz kaif
well written!!applauuse!!:)

melanie sue
I love this. Gives my heart a chuckle. :)