Knackered Knickers

My knickers are knackered
Holey, and slackered
And falling apart at the seams
But i'm not worried
Replacements not hurried
Unseen, apart from within dreams!

My knackered knickers
Unseen by vicars
Nor by artists that are painting me bare
As i sit, and i pose
Without any clothes
Without my holey underwear

The elastic is still good
So i'm not misunderstood
If they fall below my knees
When i leap up with flair
Waving my knickers in the air
As i become aware of the breeze!

by Jemia