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A poem written about Leggings

Leggings
by Beth Achenbach

Leggings stretch,
clinging to the skin.
A pattern inches upward,
the spandex succombs.
Hips push outward
forcing some breathing room.
The waistband rides the curve,
parks near the navel base.
Skinny legged, magically expanding,
human woman outerwear!
Buy the thin facade!
Charge now...
pay later.

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