The Ballad of Serena's Panties

Sir Simon bravely ventured forth to Mistland’s northern shore,
There to unveil, his holy grail, Serena’s panty drawer.
He’d come, you see, determined to fulfill his mighty quest.
To take all of her panties to his castle way out west.

“Fair princess,” said the knight, “I see upon your face concern.
Fear not. The purpose of my task you’ll presently discern.
I come to set you free, Serena, this I truly swear,
And kindly liberate you from unneeded underwear.”

“The thought is kind, I’m sure,” Ms. S. then said. “My gratitude,
Is boundless for this favor. So please do not think me rude.
But I am rather fond of all my panties, I confess.
And I should think I’d miss them, were they gone under my dress.”

“But think of all the benefits,” he told her with a grin,
“The feel of cool breeze on your puss, the sight of fresh-bared skin,
The beauty you’ll unveil, my dear, whenever you sit down.”
“I fear, then, sir,” she said, “I’ll be the talk of all the town.”

“Oh yes,“ he said sincerely, as he reached into her drawer.
“You’ll soon become a legend, part of famous Mistland lore.”
He took a tiny, lacy one, and with a soft caress
He tossed it in his panty bag along with all the rest.

“I’m not sure I would like such fame,” she said in some distress.
“I’m shy,” she said, and felt his hand under her minidress.
“If that is so,” he asked, and dipped his fingers to their prize,
“Then what is all this wetness dripping down your pretty thighs?”

And with that, he reached up, and pulled her sodden panties down,
And there, bunched at her feet, Serena’s thong lay on the ground.
He scooped it up, and put it in his satchel. He was done.
He’d taken all her panties, every last and single one.

“Oh do not worry, maiden. I’ll care fondly for them all.
The red, small, see-through panty will look good upon my wall.”
Then brave Sir Simon bid adieu, to end this silly rhyme,
And left Serena panty-less, that day and for all time.