Friday, May 30, 2014

Neighbourhood Knickers Thief

My mind is a fluttering thing and this poem was born when I passed a garden with a line of washing  pegged out to dry. It sparked memories of something that happened when I was a teenager. It freaked me out for a while.


Neighbourhood Knickers Thief
 
Questions 

What possesses a man to even begin think
Of becoming a neighbourhood knickers thief
Was there always inside his mind, a little kink
Or did he dream that girl had passed him with a wink
He never asked her out so what caused his grief 

Was he such a failure with young and pretty girls
Did he think the way he was treated wasn’t right
Was he just fascinated with her dark brown curls
A glimpse of petticoat as wind caught a skirt in twirls
Did he see her legs as off the bus she would alight 

Did the fantasy start when he’d had a drink or three
How long did he pine for her before he made his plan
Why did he never ask if one evening she’d be free
Was he scared she’d turn him down if he made that plea
How old was he this strange obsessed young man 

Did he live nearby, somewhere near her home
Close enough to see her knickers on the washing line
Mustn’t that have been what made his sick eyes roam
Hiding in dark corners still as a garden gnome
Thinking quiet thoughts that caused his eyes to shine 

A line of pretty panties dancing in back yard seclusion
Temptation approached from a long dark alley
No longer could anyone prevent his sad intrusion
Pockets stuffed with knickers bring reality to illusion
Privacy was then his to feel and use his precious tally 

Answers

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