Boxers

Boxers by M. Griswold 01032001 Me little wee be a little a wagg’n. Swing’n over me little a bagg’n. It’s a flipp’n round, to and fro. Bounce’n off me legs, don’t ya know. It be a jounce’n from left to right. Cause me boxers are loose, they ain’t tight. There be to much motion ago’n on down there. For me wee be aroused and think’n its lighter than air. All this commotion an rubb’n be an embarass’n thing. Specially when me wee pops out of me boxers, flangity fling. Me wonders if it's all worth the freedom me wee does feel. For me wee has it’s own mind and reacts with a great zeal.