Wonder where
Dead underwear
Goes
When it’s cast asunder, dare
I risk a social blunder in
Assuming Satan’s plundering
Our nether garments for his
Underworld?
In Hades,
Maybe,
Ladies’ negligees he saves
From lacy graves
Of course!
It’s corsets
That he hoards, it’s
Y fronts, boxers,
Thongs and socks – are
Hose a
Fiendish
Fetish in his
Underweary world?
So,
Old Nick nicks our
Knickers,
Steals the
Kinky drawers of vicars,
While the
Fallen angels frolic -
A black mass of diabolic
L y c r a, leather, latex lingerie
For his Satanic Majesty.
Amongst the fire and
Brimstoned halls - where
Canny souls wear camisoles, some-
-times Rosemary’s baby-dolls -
The thief of briefs torments our smalls,
Bras, s h i f t s and vests and
Chemisettes.
The
King of Darkness
Always gets
Our
Dear departed
Under garments
For his
underwearld.
