Polly Ester is my sister,
you can wind her, belt her, twist her.
She can’t wait to get Hanes on you!
Easy come, easy go, she’s true .
Oh, how she likes to lay on you!

Polly Ester is my sister.
Polly caught wind of a twister
but the wringin’ left no wrinkles.
Light and airy, she loved flyin.’
Though, then, drenched she barely trickles.

Polly Ester is my sister,
in the sunshine, never blisters.
Folks leave her danglin’ on the line . . .
preferring teasers quite silky
though Polly Ester is quite fine.

She envelopes me . . . all the time
I’m inclined but, of course, she’s mine . . .
to comforting Polly Ester.


review #1: Polly has been dressing me since I retired..LOL. I enjoyed this funny one, Sandy. Well written, with your usual humorous flair.:)

Tony