Classic Poem

Naughty girls, you roam the town
Swaying as you walk,
Decked in loose transparent gown
Just to make us talk.
For you know that such a dress
Scarce conceals your nakedness.

If we men should go about
Clad in filmy lace,
Would not all the matrons shout
" O what a disgrace."
Well, we will: and you will see
Men have, too, their coquetry.