Panty Poems - Poems about Panty

...In the drawer, a pair did reside, Same color, same stripes, side by side. They danced and they walked, Till one vanished, no trace to abide. To the washer, they went, hand in hand, To rid them......Read the rest...

...Cutest pink panty, With navy polka-dotty Pyjama tanky.......Read the rest...

.... And i were in The middle uv it "Gimmie them" "you wear them i eat them" *for the record... james wuz not injured ......Read the rest...

...A girl lost her panty one day, In a mix-up, it just slipped away. She chuckled, not shy, As it caught someone's eye, Said, "Lost things often go astray!"......Read the rest...

...These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part V Just Smile by Michael R. Burch We'd like to think some angel smiling down will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard, ripped of......Read the rest...

...Fads, fashions’ step brother, an also-ran, Surviving on: if she can me too can, Take padded pants that lend manhood a spell, Lifting of butts to lift sagging morale, Be it man or woman,......Read the rest...

...Baseball cards and hula hoops Baloney sandwich, Campbell’s soup Howdy Doody and Mickey Mouse Mamie and Ike in the White House American Bandstand, Rock 'n Roll Elvis the Pelvis, Nat Kin......Read the rest...

...Are you missing frilly knickers Trimmed with lace for city slickers? Japan's panty line Will lead to a shrine* Blessed with love and local liquors! *Everywhere we lived, my wife's fril......Read the rest...

...Nobody has a common name; we are named Apple and Broom. Because movie stars did it, and they are glamorous and rich. Apple is okay with it, Broom is dour though, full of gloom. Why not Curtain or ......Read the rest...

...Nucleotidings by Michael R. Burch “We will walk taller!” said Gupta, sorta abrupta, hand-in-hand with his mom, eyeing the A-bomb. “Who needs a mahatma in the aftermath of NAFTA? Now, that......Read the rest...

...I was to interview my husband’s new secretary And was not excited or pleased But he claimed he did not have the time So I had her come to the house Shoved the children upstairs Where they pu......Read the rest...

...He did not walk, he pony pranced. His life was a dream, he lived, he danced. His parents were open to whatever he chose. He was never chided for wearing panty hose. He lived in a small town, bu......Read the rest...

...Rejection Slips 2 The Shape of Mourning by Michael R. Burch The shape of mourning is an oiled creel shining with unuse, the bolt of cold steel on a locker shielding memory, the mon......Read the rest...

...Old Pantaloons, a Chiasmus by Michael R. Burch Old pantaloons are soft and white, prudent days, imprudent nights when fingers slip through drawers to feel that which they long most to steal. ......Read the rest...

...Cycles by Michael R. Burch I see his eyes caress my daughter's breasts through her thin cotton dress, and how an indiscreet strap of her white bra holds his bald fingers in fumbling mammalian......Read the rest...