Knickers Poem by james d nall,jr

Looking for love in all the wrong knickers
Hoping to get past the girls snickers
Wondering if this is the last pair I'll do
Or if possibly, these'll turn out bad, too
Seems I've found the damndest things
Some appear worn from too many flings
Others missed out on laundry day
Instead of white, they're now gray
Maybe I'll find what I'm looking for
After this time, I won't search more
If only I can get some white as heaven
And the owners legs don't open like 7/11