just beneath the clothing
One whole in the top and two in the other,
Always given by your mother.
Silk or cotton, you’ll never know,
Yet you’ll never want to show.
They can be warm or breezy free,
High on your thigh or down to your knee.
Wear them inside or by the dock sirs,
You guessed it right, they are your boxers.
Copyright © Frank Cravein | Year Posted 2010
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