Pyjamas

There’s a lot of debate re pyjamas,
Midst priests, rabbis, mullahs and lamas:
To sleep as one’s born?
Do pyjamas, when worn,
Act as moral and amorous armours?

Popes wear them, and both the Obamas,
Pearl buttons graced Vasco da Gama’s,
They’re not worn by nudists,
But enlightened buddhists
Say wearers are blessed with good karmas.

Raw silk is preferred by the charmers,
Plain cotton by housewives and farmers:
Defend them or scoff,
They’re good fun to take off;
Light relief in life’s sexual dramas.

Intangible

She was flirty, liked dancing and such,
Which was nice, but it didn’t help much,
For the poor fellows who
Wanted more, but who knew,
She was strictly all look and don’t touch!