one morning
at our coffee get together
in the breeze way
of the strip mall.
Joe blurts out, when a young
woman walks by,
that breasts are overrated.
it's all about legs, he says,
or what's behind.
nothing melts my butter more
than a long pair
of legs in fishnet stockings.
i don't know, Zimmy says.
i kind of like breasts. they can
be fun, but not too big.
you don't want a woman with
back problems.
i'm more of a C cup guy says
Charlie. normal, not too little,
not too big,
but sort of bite sized.
what's your take on Yoga
pants, Bill asks me.
i like them, i say. in fact
whoever invented them
should win the Nobel Prize.
i like how they come in all
colors now too.
our heads turns sideways
as a sweaty yoga class walks by.
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