Love Poem: Forty Knickers Jane
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Written by: Peter Lewis Holmes

Forty Knickers Jane

I knew a gal when once a lad,
she took me to her bedroom,
glad,

and when our love, its breathless 
sigh was spent, over to her draw 
she went, 

and in the beech wood, soft square
cave, her dancing pants, the wood 
did pave,

with pants a plenty,  knickers too, I 
peered in to the undies stew; my ardor 
grew, it was my bane, to love my forty 
knickers Jane.