Panties flying in the breeze!

Happiness is best shared with others, for it’s like an echo in the winds of time,

That haunts those sad days of dark clouds, hanging on the line,

Pull in that line, fly polka dot panties instead, and give the neighbours a lift,

Let them hear the squeaky wheel, as you pull out your new signals swift,

Ships going by will salute them, and put a smile on a strangers face,

Then if you really want to be naughty, hang out some unties and some lace,

A foghorn too will do, to give an eighteen wheeler, an extra toot,

They probably circle round again, thinking it a hoot,

Hooting and tooting in the wind, with bloomers flying on the mast,

Will fly away the morose lint, soon, make life again a blast!

02/02/2008