Panties Poem by James McLain

and i showed her where they show.
i ask her how they work.
she said they would not fit.
i ask her why?
each package was not made
too see like treats.
she 'said'.
i 'said' but on the beach.
i see the ground undergrowth
but then again i don't.
she 'said' the undergrowth
is why you came,
don't you watch the Gardner
clip the bushes, over there.
but all i see at the beach
are miles and miles of trees.
i see her panties, every day
at school.
and laughing,
when i look she shows me more.


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018