My Briefs,Lorraine
My Briefs Lorraine
Fecal stains on my briefs
they must be washed
but to my dismay
they’ve gone away
I left them in a drunken stupor
on the floor by the pooper
and now they’re nowhere to be found
It’s not that I should have a care
I have many other briefs to wear
but my Lorraine is dear to me
they’re brillant blue and such a sight
reflecting in the pale moonlight
what shall I do, it’s such a plight
If I don’t find Lorraine tonight
© Ralph Sergi
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2013
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