Somewhere between boxers and strings,
a level of comfort exists.
Too baggy? They fall.
Too stringy? They crawl.
I'm sure that you're on to my gist.
With jeans slung down low,
those boxers do show;
the sight makes me giggle no end.
Or maybe the string
on some sexy, young thing
gets all muddy stuck up her rear end.
In any event, my thoughts won't relent
as I laugh at extremes gone awry;
but it's really a joke
I just dare not poke
for the victims would probably cry.
The fashion patrol has a permanent role
in keeping us spending our dough;
but I'd never guess there'd be such success
in getting so many to show!
From my somewhat biased point of view, the sight of skivvies is only pleasant when they're mounted on a nice female bottom. For me, they're an abomination whose only purpose is to avoid embarassment in the emergency room.