A lady died, And nobody knows
- What I found When I packed up her clothes.
I was taken aback By her lingerie
Not a single piece Was faded and gray
It made me think Of what I had -
Faded, some torn; It was really quite bad.
Remember your mother And what she always claimed:
Wear clean underwear, honey, Or you will be shamed.
I made it a goal then To stock up all new
Lingerie by the dozens With some of it blue
If I suddenly pass Without even goodbye..
I'll be proud of my undies, So don't even cry.