There are tire tracks in my underwear
I smell like crap and I don't care
Soiled drawers I do prefer
I always cause quite a stir
Chunks of fudgy brownie bites
I pull off and eat on site
Always fun when I stay the night
I might wash them, I just might
On second thought, I'll wear them out
So I can give you something to talk about
What died in here? you might say
As I laugh and look away
My dirty drawers are quite a pair
I'm coming your way, so beware
A contest entry
- CONTEST: Underwear Poetry (Soiled and Clean) by Edna Sweetlove.
400 points, ended May 25, 2007, 8 entries
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I read the first six lines of this and quit. I suppose one could say there is originality there. I suppose. Ugh!
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wow, this is by far definitely your worst. I really had to take a second look to believe this poem was really written by the same author as your other poems. This would fit perfectly into the contest I held with malicai 'what were you ever thinking'. This is very very very bad poetry. Your poetry shows some poetry skill but you can really really still grow as a poet in so many ways. But still this is your worst of them!
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oh my God. lol.
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Charming. I never knew Americans called skidmarks "tyre tracks"; so one lives and learns. All that is missing from your little ode is perhaps a mention of that odd little piece of soiled toilet tissue which can get caught in the seams.
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