Underwear
She doesn't like my underwear
I don't know why; it's made of sheerest catskin
I suspect she thinks that under there
Is the prize for which she's askin'
I'm tempted to remove them
I don't know why; there's a devil lurking in me
If my chances will improve then
I will send them back to Indy
Contributors: | Anon., Francine, Nym. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |