My underpants are missing,
I think I had them on,
I just went to the toilet,
and my underpants are gone.
I swear I put them on today,
Just after I awoke,
Who else could need my underpants,
Unless it was a bloke.
I hope it wasn't auntie Jean,
I think she's on the run,
She stole some ham the other day,
And put it on a bun.
And now it seems her crime wave,
Has reached more dizzy heights,
I better watch my clothes line,
In case she steals my tights.
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