Ha ha. I lie.
Whatever you call them - underwear, undies, gotchies, pretties, unmentionables, knickers, smalls - they aren't something we were ever encouraged to talk about in polite company in my family when I was growing up.
Now, I know perfectly well that they are just another article of clothing. And I also know that Diane and Delores and Joan will find a delicate way to discuss undies. And probably be hilarious while they are doing it.
But this is the best I can do, given my upbringing and resulting inhibitions.
Do I dare
Do I dare
Do I care
To even think about
In my opinion
The biggest thing
To remember about
Is that it
We WEAR it UNDER
Or think of it
U is for under clothing
N is for no holes or tatters
D is for decorum, please let's have some
E is for everybody please wear some
R is for really, please wear some
W is for wishing everybody would wear some
E is for everyone you see is either wearing or not wearing them but you can't always tell
A is for always glad I can't tell
R is for rolling eyes, because by this point you likely are, and I know I am
Aaaaaand . . . done!!
Actually, I'm so rattled I forgot the preamble. I'll do it as a post-amble. Poetry Monday is brought to you by Diane, Delores, Donkey (me!), and Joan (in the comments). Read a poem, write a poem, leave a poem in the comments or join in on your blog if you have one!
Donkey snickering about underwear, no doubt. Because real donkeys don't need any.
P. S. If you want to read about more euphemisms for underwear, check out this page: