My friend,
don't really know
how to say this...
please don't get your
knickers in a twist
...not that you can...
...literally anyway...
but I'm sure you get the gist
you see...
you seem to have forgot
today
to don your rope
and therefore your knickers...
well...
one of those fellows,
you know,
one of the ones on dope...
you were standing so still,
and so
the knickers,
and the socks...
and... um...
the skirt and the
blouse
with the prettiest
little lace on its hem
well, they've all been
stolen
but you gotta be grateful
the fellow was real nice
he let you keep
your bra
so looking on the bright side
hurrah!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem