My dogs ate my underwear.
It’s the truth I swear.
I would have worn panties,
But they are ruined, damn beasties.
So here I am all squirming about,
Till, it’s not my fault, I want to shout.
My pants are rubbing in a way,
That is teasing me all day.
And just my luck I fear,
That my mom’s words to my ear,
Will be proved at last so terribly right.
That I will be hit by a bus on my way home tonight.
