To Birds
The geese were flying high, the ducks
were merely watching
Swimming round inside my tux
My underpants were botching.
And if your panties have ever botched
And can you ever straighten
once they've ridden up your crotch
Your privates start inflatin'
Believe me when I say it's torture
I wouldn't steer you wrong
You need only ask my eldest daughter
Who likes to wear a thong.
Contributors: | Francine, dwizz, Nym, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 17th July 2003. |