Underwear United
Poems
There was this pair of knackered socks,
They had seen better
days,
And they were due for a detox,
Their smell made a
big haze,
So they went to the sock union,
To moan about their plight,
And their owners bunion,
They were going to fight,
The union sent out big news,
Socks should be treated right,
They felt they had nothing to lose,
They partied all that
night,
Meanwhile, the underpants looked on,
Thinking it was a farce,
The bloody socks thing was a con,
They still got filled
with arse,
So they formed a union too,
The Union of The Pants,
They
would join the socks through and through,
We might have to wear
plants.