Ankles seen with skirts up high,
inches past the pavement plane.
Should these mountin’ hems lads spy,
they could go with lust insane.

“More………!” screech chums.
“Hitch them hems up way more!”

Gor…………..orged he lumps.
Knickers swell from dame-leg show.

Stunned when brevihems some see;
Eyesight purge when ankles swing.
Stunned some more if they’d see knee.
“The world to hell is going!”

"Whor…….res be ya,
Skin repels us, dames, oh,
"Whor…….res be ya,
Skin repels us— just say no."

But the lads are not so staid…
invest in “The Pearl”; it pays.
Don’t want to see the rise stayed;
want to see nixed vestment stays.

Torr…..id lads/
“Nix the hem-heft? Say no!”

Tor…………….pid dads.
Into squelching dame-leg show.