Day 65
When I was young, so long ago
My fashion since would ebb and flow
I wore underwear, a piece of string
Nothing to tuck jumpers in
And colours all and silk and satin
With frills and some with patterns
Never bought two the same
Always had some fashion name
As I got older and much miser
My fashion sense was getting wiser
M&S I'd buy my of knickers
Buy two for six upon the stickers
And no more colours, just plain white
Or black if there were some I like
And as I aged the size got bigger
Sort that would make most girls snigger
Now I want comfort now I'm older
I want a nicer big bottom cotton holder
Some underpants, nice big bloomers
To hold my giant sense of humour
Pants with legs for extra room
No scratchy lace on pantaloons
If I pull them up with extra thrust
There enough material to cover my bust
When I was young, so long ago
My fashion since would ebb and flow
I wore underwear, a piece of string
Nothing to tuck jumpers in
And colours all and silk and satin
With frills and some with patterns
Never bought two the same
Always had some fashion name
As I got older and much miser
My fashion sense was getting wiser
M&S I'd buy my of knickers
Buy two for six upon the stickers
And no more colours, just plain white
Or black if there were some I like
And as I aged the size got bigger
Sort that would make most girls snigger
Now I want comfort now I'm older
I want a nicer big bottom cotton holder
Some underpants, nice big bloomers
To hold my giant sense of humour
Pants with legs for extra room
No scratchy lace on pantaloons
If I pull them up with extra thrust
There enough material to cover my bust
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