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FRIDAY NIGHT THONG SONG
If you wear your thong, I'll wear mine:
on us there'll be no panty-line
when we go out upon the town,
if the lads, as we pass, look down.
The bottom touching Romeos
will be stopped short with surprised 'Ohs'
while we lap up the sensation
from their palms and digitation.
In our revealing frocks we'll be
showing a glimpse of stringy 'T',
otherwise it be letter Y
if we hitch strap on our hips high,
while front of frocks, like angel wings,
will be holding up bra-less things.
on us there'll be no panty-line
when we go out upon the town,
if the lads, as we pass, look down.
The bottom touching Romeos
will be stopped short with surprised 'Ohs'
while we lap up the sensation
from their palms and digitation.
In our revealing frocks we'll be
showing a glimpse of stringy 'T',
otherwise it be letter Y
if we hitch strap on our hips high,
while front of frocks, like angel wings,
will be holding up bra-less things.
Published 26th Oct 2020
Author's Note
Imagining today's Lavernes and Shirleys dressing for the town.
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27th Oct 2020 1:31am
Oh my.. what an imagination that will take my wise poet, however, I will have to add Lenny and Squeaky, and mmm... handsome Carmine... lol.. this was a great poem
27th Oct 2020 6:29am
My imagination was helped by having read a newspaper feature about thongs making a comeback in fashion after around 20 yrs, with a for and against debate.
13th Nov 2020 6:21am
