Spring’s Knickers

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

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