Underpants underpants

by Lainie Reay   Aug 18, 2019

Underpants underpants, we wear you on our head, we don't care what we look like and we can't hear what you said.

Underpants underpants, your sizes they do vary from extra large to medium and then to just plain scary.

Underpants underpants, you come in different shapes, there's g-strings, thongs or boxers and red briefs for heroes who wear capes.

Underpants underpants, sometimes you get so smelly, as what we've eaten through that day does blow out from our belly.

Underpants underpants, I'm off to buy some new, I think I just ruined these I accidentally followed through.


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