Just last night the crowd created some fright
in me when they were all in outfits a little too tight
I was hoping the moment would stop and stark
leaving me staring none too offending wishing it all happened in the dark
somewhere the cleavage could be accepted
as an art God created.

My,what a sight, as they say, let there be light
and as I shook my head, my heart and mind were having a fight
whether they were in place or I should not be spared the space
to view displays of authentic life right in front of my face
but they were green and angelic and cupid would easily be lost
in choosing the match as to where the arrow would be tossed.

If that was not difficult enough try this:
put them in two's and name the link of the mr and miss.
It went passed the others' thought but it hit mine
after a teh tarik and a plate of rice that completed the dine
it was obvious some wives' spouses were there and vice versa
tasting the light of Pelita voraciously with another
loading up the sin unknowing.