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Oh Nikita…Oh dear me dear Nikita! What a tale you told, All about your knickers, And how they wouldn't hold! Out on night with your friends, Dancing as you do, Your knickers fell off, oh blimey! What shame came over you! You didn't have a spare pair, Cos after all is said and done! Its not like you carry ‘em round! While you're out with mates having fun! So there you were, knicker-less! Trying to get through the rest of the night! But at the end of the day, I have to say! I bet you looked a ruddy sight!!! So now when you are out and about, Nikita, make sure your knickers are tight! And make sure the elastic isn't weak, Or once more you're gona look a sight! If you wear your knickers, Be certain of one thing…tis true! With your knickers round your ankles! No fellas gona wana dance with you Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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