There was once this formal wedding lunch.
Morning coat with cumbersome tails.
Not enough wind to raise my sails.
But fun there was still to be found,
Because there was sunlight all around.

My brother-In-Law's sister, Ivey,
What a hottie she be.
Was showing her wares,
But only to me.

I caught a glimpse of her loveliness,
Between me and the sun.
You see that day, fair Ivey did trip,
And had forgotten to wear her slip.

So the trusty sun illuminated her prize,
Right before my very eyes.
So pretty it was I almost shook,
And had to take another look.

Stealthily I did walk back for a longer spy,
But I didn’t look her in the eye.
My eyes were focused on her form,
Guessing what she would be like in the morn.

So there you go,
For all you men,
We get to see hidden treasures,
Now and again.

©2008 Walt Hardester