Dorothy's GarterbyAlgonquin Twit©
"Brevity is the soul of lingerie."
Just the thought of it invites inspection:
the snapped strap so high up her silky thigh.
I'd rise to help but for my erection,
instead I watch her stocking sag and sigh
as my mind's fingers gently lift her skirt
and I boldly kneel between her knees.
"Ms. Parker, if you don't mind, this won't hurt
a bit," I say, giving her thigh a squeeze.
Her legs clamp, locking my head in her ire!
I hear her scream, "Someone call the police."
Bad as it seems, this would only inspire
another poem, perhaps: "Dorothy's Panties."