A Po-Em. by Pants

an ode to boxer briefs


Oh boxers briefs, dear boxer briefs
you bring me such relief,
on stormy days, on sunny days
without you there'd be grief

you hug my hips, you hug my thighs,
you cuddle my junk just right,
you don't ride up, you don't slip down
with you I'd fly a kite

you have a great convenience hole,
that sadly I can't use,
but somehow if my parts were male
that hole I would abuse

Oh boxer briefs, dear boxers briefs,
if you only had a clue,
I wear you every day and night
because I truly do love you