A very TIGHTS spot

I made a woman laugh today, chuckling hard with all her might

Telling her in my own way, how I found myself in a spot most tight

I’d bought panty hose the day before, it said XL on the label

However hard I tried, I swore, to get them on I wasn’t able

I pulled and I tugged and prayed for strength

So ardent and desperate my wretched pleas

With much ado, and going to great lengths

My legs into those tights, I tried to squeeze

But it was no mean feat, not the end of it all

There’s more to this story, it wasn’t a breeze

The tights it seemed were clearly too small

I only managed to get them up, just past my knees

So off down the road, to my dismay I find

The tights are slipping and so are my knickers

I’ve now got myself in a bit of a bind

I could do harm to old men, with dodgy tickers

Panicking, my undies continue to slip to the ground

And making that lady laugh wasn’t my intent

However, adding to this, I soon quickly found

My frank and candid story was a hilarious event

She understood my crisis, and she sympathised no end

But the story had her cracked up about my undergarment plights

She agreed to swap the sizes, not wanting to offend

While still tickled by the tale of the errant pair of tights