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.