When I am stressed, I write poetry. I must be very stressed right now because I wrote three yesterday. I felt only two were suitable to be shared at the moment.
For those of you who like to listen to me read my poems you can click below, or go to Spotify, Youtube and Apple Podcasts.
For those of you who like to read my poetry in your own voice it is below.
The evolution of underwear.
When I was young, I tried wearing a thong
Tended to ride up where they didn’t belong
Next was the turn of bikini knickers
Reading this out I can feel all the snickers
Along came a pant much kinder to wear
Boy leg pants are much better I swear
Buying some pants and I rushed out the store
Full briefs by accident, like Mum always wore
Looked down in horror, the pants were much bigger
May as well try them, might be comfy I figure!
Then came the minute I put pants on my bod
Something then happened, really quite odd
Hmmm, I then thought ‘Mum had something there’
Such comfy and cosy Mum full underwear
How did I go from my wearing a thong
To full Nanna knickers, do I really belong?
Then when I look in the mirror and see
A fully briefed Woman, that Nanna is me
Sue, It’s great! You made me laugh. Get well
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I’m glad you like it. I have just written another one called ‘the bloodsucker’s curse’ I think you will like it!
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