My First Thong For My First Love: A Haiku

[moon_spirit]

My sock drawer is full
It's time to get rid of shit
I pull it all out

There at the bottom
I see my first thong hiding
"I remember you"

I fucking hate you
Why wear a string up your ass?
I can't understand

But he insisted
My first thong for my first love
Sums it all up well

Our relationship:
My discomfort was his joy
That's why I'm single

And so dear old thong
It is time to say adieu
In the trash you go

If you see my ex
At the dump where he belongs
Tell him he's a chode

 

[pelegrino]

I sympathize with the spirit of your poem, but some people wear them for just comfort and health reasons.
Or just out of pure habit... so, maybe you don't really hate thongs as such but people who have fetishes about them. That's how the poem is coming to me.

 

[moon_spirit]

I sympathize with the spirit of your poem, but some people wear them for just comfort and health reasons.
Or just out of pure habit... so, maybe you don't really hate thongs as such but people who have fetishes about them. That's how the poem is coming to me.

No disrespect to people who wear and like thongs!

I just can't do them. Some people rock thongs and more power to them!

This was literally just about me finding an old thong and the memories (for lack of a better word) it brought back.

 

[pelegrino]

Keep on writing your memoires. I think you are doing very well!

 

[Tzara]

for moon_spirit: a reply

A woman looks well in a thong,
in fact quite sexy, yes indeed.
That scrap of clothing won't take long
to get guys going, guaranteed.

But lace bikinis work as well
or bloomers, even. Do not scoff.
The secret is, my sleek gazelle,
your undies look best coming off.

 

[moon_spirit]

for moon_spirit: a reply

A woman looks well in a thong,
in fact quite sexy, yes indeed.
That scrap of clothing won't take long
to get guys going, guaranteed.

But lace bikinis work as well
or bloomers, even. Do not scoff.
The secret is, my sleek gazelle,
your undies look best coming off.

Sir, you're a poet
There is no doubt in my mind
You seem so prepared

With words oh-so suave
Alas, I am no gazelle
I'm more like a bear

Thanks for the reply
I will take your words with me
Wherever I go

Now if some guy wants
Me to wear a pretty thong
I will just say no

 

[Tzara]

Underwear Poem

Even bears get active sometimes
before they head for winter rest.
I am not saying you are bear-like.
You could be spirit, dispossessed

of earthly groundings: disease, sex,
or why you cannot hit a curve ball
your hitting coach says, Not complex,
just watch the seams, how they revolve.

Now as to haiku, I would like to
wean you from its comfortable
counting syllables. You ought to
think George Clooney and his stubble

as the man who may be wooing
you (and, yes, despite Amal,
his wife) with simple bird-like cooing
a god-like handsome guy withal

who'd probably never care about
what kind of underwear you're wearing.
He is a cultured man, no lout.
He'd like you to, though, be more daring

so, thong, bikini, or pantee,
please choose. They're all the same to me.

 

[HarryHill]

It's the same old thong and dance,
Kimbob shuffles the stage at Little Annie Wannies,
bouncing tits for the two guys tossing dollars.
I'll meet them in the parking lot at closing time,
hold out that skimpy piece of purple satin,
collect another twenty to add to what they paid for the view