Spring’s Knickers


February she flashes knickers
of pure snowdrop white
March she flashes primrose yellow
April’s are laced with bluebell delight
now ain’t I a lucky ol’ fella?

but come May she dispenses
with sartorial pretences
shamelessly spreads her efflorescent lips wide
and I’d be a fool or a monk
not to fill her with spunk
once she’s taken me deep inside
O joy!
once she’s taken me deep inside