"Underwear"

"My Underwear"
A poem by me, N2x

Oh, underwear. Oh, underwear.
Your scent's not for the meek.
Oh, underwear. Oh, underwear.
I change you once a week.
You smell of rancid cheese and chum,
Caked in skid marks, piss and cum,
Perhaps even a dingle-plum.
But never do you leak.

Oh, underwear. Oh, underwear.
You're full of gaping holes.
Oh, underwear. Oh, underwear.
Like plots of Uwe Boll's.
You're comfortable around my skin,
No matter what shape you are in.
And one day you will be too thin,
Quite unlike Harry Knowles.

Oh, underwear. Oh, underwear.
You comfort front and end.
Oh, underwear. Oh, underwear.
With lots of love to lend.
You're with me ev'ry day and night,
Hugging my wait oh so tight,
So important to my plight.
You are a stellar friend.

Nice poem very funny.

That was tasteless, disgusting, and offensive.
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I like it.

One question?

When is your book of poetry due?

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