Forty Knickers Jane
I knew a gal when once a lad,
she took me to her bedroom,
glad,
and when our love, its breathless
sigh was spent, over to her draw
she went,
and in the beech wood, soft square
cave, her dancing pants, the wood
did pave,
with pants a plenty, knickers too, I
peered in to the undies stew; my ardor
grew, it was my bane, to love my forty
knickers Jane.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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