I see London, I see France
Undies on My Mind, Not My Head
R.I.P., the particular discontinued bikinis I loved

Some mistakes are worse than others: wearing your underwear inside out isn’t as uncomfortable as wearing it back to front. ― Mokokoma Mokhonoana
I Trust You Like Limericks
Those were the days
Hanes used to be good for the masses Who wanted to cover their asses There’s no more Hanes For Her And I’m sure you’ll concur Those g-strings look better on lasses
On the Good Ship
Some pirates prefer to wear panties While singing their outrageous shanties Some others go bare With nary a care You’ll fit in either nude or in scanties
Doorbell security cameras
She’s known as the pantiless bandit It isn’t as though she had planned it While escaping one day her pants went astray and now her public demands it
Brrr
The undies of Abigail Dale Spent more time on her head than her tail Down below she was cold Till she gave up on bold And bought some warm knickers retail
Free the nipples
Lingerie ranks quite high on my list Of the things I will simply dismiss Where a bra is concerned It’s quite easily burned But on panties I do still insist
On a good night, I get underwear, bras, and hotel-room keys thrown onstage … You start to think that you’re Tom Jones. — Keanu Reeves
Limerick warmup just for you, Smillew
There lived a young man in the city Who wanted to write something witty Though his wife never laughed And his friends were aghast He hoped for some giggles of pity
Take the “Smillew Writers Challenge” — please. Hosted by MuddyUm. My entry falls under the futurely historic SWC Undies tag, but you could also choose SWC Meta, or SWC Life, or SWC Mud as I did here.






