Barracker
I found the poems - cheers!
A snippet.
"Is it really underwear
if you can’t keep your keys in there?
I cannot run or dance or laugh
with my butt cheeks cut in half.
I cannot argue or clap back
with knickers half way up my crack
I can’t think clearly, I am edgy
when I have a giant wedgie.
These times are tough, resolve must harden
so be kind to your lady garden."
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