Somebody’s stolen her knickers

They were left out to dry in the sun

Why were they so cruel and heartless

Was it done out of spite or for fun

Pink panties, purloined by a weirdo

Did they do it for some sort of dare

Surely they knew, like most of us do

That these were her solitary pair

We watched as she sat down and blubbered

We felt for this big bonnie lass

And then all as one “what is to be done

To cover her huge naked ass”

So we all put in money to buy some

A pair that were pretty, yet strong

But with knickers that size, you will not be surprised

That all we could get was a thong

When the undies were duly presented

She accepted, with style and with grace

And the smile of her arse was only surpassed

By the smile we could see on her face