“In the knickers of time…”

A silly little poem, just because sometimes I don’t want my life to be all about Parkinson’s. I offer this poem, that pokes fun at me to show that life doesn’t have to always be serious. I often laugh at myself, cos I am apt to do silly things from time to time. This was one of them…

Knickers
 
She got dressed to go to bowls 
With all those other happy souls
 
To play upon the sunlit green
A happy, friendly lovely scene
 
All at once, time sped on by
I'll be late, they heard her cry
 
"I can't be late!" she then obsessed
In a rush then she got dressed
 
And as she got into her car
something strange she'd not got far
 
My knickers they don't seem to fit
They barely cover where I sit
 
But she was one was never late
Would have to cope with this her fate
 
So there she was upon the green
So, lucky  it could not be seen
 
She was glad that no-one sees
Her knickers heading for her knees
  
It could have been a bigger mess
If she instead had on a dress
 
Her modesty had been preserved
None had seen what she observed
 
So, who was 'she' you'd like to know
Whose knickers nearly put on show?
 
Well, it was me I must confess
Just like me to make this mess
 
Those who know, I'm not surprising
That knicker error with the sizing
 
And so, I checked the knicker drawer
Got rid of those that fit no more
 
And off I went to buy some more
Granny knickers from the store
 
Nice big knickers I can trust
Sitting just below my bust
 
No unplanned knicker surprise
Knickers now all the right size
 
My silliness now on display
I hope this tale has made your day
 
We all are silly once in a while
I hope my telling made you smile
 
I know next time, I will not come
With knickers that don't fit my bum