LOUISIANA PANTIES

Down in Louisiana, out on a line

a great pair of panties hung out to dry.

Men from miles around would stand there and stare,

and wonder about the owner of those great underwear.

Some say she was Latin, with rosy red lips,

others claim she was blonde, and that her top matched her hips.

What this did mean, was that they had never seen

the woman that they dreamt in their dreams.

But the truth was Mary Ann was,

as small and as slight as a bird,

And to think anyone could love her was absurd.

So she'd bide all her time in,

making love through men's fantasies,

with a giant, bed-sheet sized, pair of panties.

From the west came a soldier, with glory but pained,

though the war it was over, and emptiness still remained.

He hoped to settle down, in a small southern town,

where love wore the panties he found.

Even a church going man, can seldom escape,

the lusts and desires, produced by that feminine shape.

Lust will hypnotize, with a strong sturdy size,

our hero vowed he'd glimpse at those thighs.

Though he wasn't alone, the other men they turned home,

to their wives and small families.

But our hero stayed on, determined to see.

And when the sun rose, the secret of the underclothes,

appeared in a small silhouette.

And our hero felt the strongest passion when their eyes met.