Elly’s Shoulders: A poem in celebration of Miss Conway’s clavicle, scapula and humerus

Elly Conway’s sexy blouses
Catch the eye of all in trousers.
Shoulders here and shoulders there,
Elly’s shoulders, always bare.

See her shoulders in the school,
In the street or by the pool.
In the club or at the bar,
Elly’s shoulders always are.

As she downs another wine,
Elly’s shoulders bare and fine.
If Elly went to cold, cold places,
To see new sights and meet new faces,

Even if that land had snow,
Her shoulders still would be on show.
She’d ski so well without a doubt,
But her ski suit would have bits cut out.

If our Elly should resume
Her dates with men, we can assume
That she will give the man who holds her
Lots of comfort on her shoulder.

© Carol Ann Wood
February 2018

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