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Dollbecky -> isnt this the sweetest thing :) (2/2/2006 8:26:52 PM)
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A poem I found at http://www.staylace.com/textarea/16inches.htm
You must try and lace me tighter, lace me tighter, mother dear;
My waist, you know is nearly half the size it was last year;
I will not faint again, mother, I care not what they say,
Oh! It's sixteen inches today, mother, it's sixteen inches today.
There's many a wee, wee waist they say, but none so wee as mine;
I'm five-foot-five-and-a-half in height, my inches forty-nine;
Last year my waist was-Oh! It's a size I'd be afraid to say,
But it's sixteen inches today, mother, it's sixteen inches today.
You must lace me tight tonight, mother, I must try and keep this size,
I know the doctors tell you it is dangerous-unwise,
And they call me vain and foolish, but I care not what they say,
For it's sixteen inches today, mother, it's sixteen inches today.
I stay so quiet all day, mother, afraid the cords might burst,
I can breathe quite freely now, though it hurt me so at first;
At first it hurt me very much, now I'm happy and gay
For it's sixteen inches today, mother, it's sixteen inches today.
You remember the first month, mother, what agony I bore,
But I went through it without flinching; the corsets that I wore
measured seven-and-twenty inches; Oh I care not what they say,
For it's sixteen inches today, mother, it's sixteen inches today.
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