Me Knickers
Me knickers are stuck
In a place I need no mention,
They are stuck up there so darn far
Pulled so tight, with no more tension.
My eyes are going crossed
I am sweating bullets,
Me a$$ is getting sore
I'm afraid to pull it.
I've been stuck in this
Same darn postion before,
Where me knickers were stuck in me bum
I wasn't looking for an encore.
I've tried to pull
Tried to give it a nudge,
It's becoming rather uncomfortable
The darn thing won't even budge.
I am getting tired of
Running all about,
Pulling and tugging on these darn knickers
Is making me pull my hair out.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
July.25/2005
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