This poem is a true story *grin*
The building that I work in has an atrium in the middle (smoking area)with glass catwalks crossing the middle of each floor...and all of the inner offices are glassed in; kinda like one huge fishbowl.
A new and clueless girl in the building did in fact expose herself to me and about 15 other people looking up from the first floor, about 10 of which were men...a couple of them sent dollar bills up with one of the female witnesses who happened to work in the same office with her *hehehe*
Just the facts.
Three stories above
in view from first floor
a woman bent over
to dig in a drawer
Her skirt it was micro
much fabric it lacked
those butt-cheeks were grinning
a smile they did crack
When down from below
a man pointed up
the room roared with laughter
male crotches were cupped
The women all whispered
as men sang a song
in praise of her tonsils
and her frilly white thong
~M~
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