<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Legs And The Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, my dear, be you high-born,<br>Or just a Sydney cutie,<br>I fear you've earned a he-man's scorn<br>Thro' failing in your duty.<br>A lady would avert her eyes,<br>Taught by her caste to realise<br>That the male leg without disguise<br>Is not a thing of beauty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even when used to underpin<br>A dress-reforming dandy,<br>‘Tis still a prop of reddened skin,<br>Mostly knock-kneed, or bandy.<br>And, oh, my dear, you must have known<br>How sensitive are those who own<br>These knobby knuckles thickly sown<br>With ebon hairs, or sandy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh, my dear, be you de Vere,<br>Or just some saucy Sadie,<br>To goggle when male shanks appear<br>Is positively shady.<br>But should you giggle - Oh, dear! Oh!<br>No matter how grotesque the show,<br>All proper gentlemen must know<br>You're low. You ain't no lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oh, my dear, and ah, my dear,<br>Learn etiquette. For when, dear,<br>You in those fetching shorts appear<br>At tennis now and then, dear;<br>Men may stare hard, they may stare long,<br>Their heads a-whirl, their hearts a song;<br>Yet, save your scorn. There's nothing wrong.<br>They still are gentlemen, dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357663" data-title="Legs And The Man de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Alas, my dear, be you high-born, Or just a Sydney cutie, I fear you've earned a he-man's scorn Thro' failing in your duty. A lady would avert her eyes, Taught by her caste to realise That the male leg without disguise Is not a thing of beauty. Ev..."></div> </div> </div>

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