Somebody's Stolen Her Knickers

Somebody’s stolen her knickers They were left out to dry in the sun Why were they so cruel and heartless Was it done out of spite or for fun Pink panties, purloined by a weirdo Did they do it for some sort of dare Surely they knew, like most of us do That these were her solitary pair We watched as she sat down and blubbered We felt for this big bonnie lass And then all as one “what is to be done To cover her huge naked ass” So we all put in money to buy some A pair that were pretty, yet strong But with knickers that size, you will not be surprised That all we could get was a thong When the undies were duly presented She accepted, with style and with grace And the smile of her **** was only surpassed By the smile we could see on her face