Some Of The Stuff I Saw In Her Panties Poem by James McLain

Only a mother would not vomit
at the
sight and stains
rubbed into the briefs of her
young boy's.
I forgot what mother's did to
make sure her boy's
were clean when they left
for school.
Prompting me to thus assume
the responsibility of
washing of the laundry when I
got married.
If my ex's panties
were left to long in the laundry
pantry.
The roach's
would eat the middle of the
centers out.
The larger they grew the more I
had to keep my eye on them.
Florida's are!