On Undies
Quality control for underwear,
Supplied at cost to those who care,
About their knickers - red or green,
Both of which are quite obscene.
"And why is that?" you may inquire,
Sitting by a cosy fire,
"Do they expose what they should not?
Are they the size of a small dot?"
Are your briefs tight, your knickers spare?
Try to tell me, if you dare -
But, as your slippers have caught flame,
You say instead a short rude name!
Curs-ed wench! or ugly shrew,
Might be me or describe you:
words well spoken, these things are true.
But these words you still shall rue.
Our undergarb ranks high, you see,
So it shall not be breezy
Because they stretch from chest to knee
Like eggs done over easy
Contributors: | Stacy Alexander, Apsley, fester, Carl Marks, Grayman, fez. |
Poem finished: | 25th November 2002. |