A wash day ode.
Panties that flutter in the breeze,
Lace and frills, such a sight to please,
Washed by Sissy and pegged on the line,
Every pretty pair, yes, they are all mine.
Show the neighbours what you wear,
You're a sissy, your secret to share,
Ladies will talk with a laugh in their voices,
You'll wash theirs next, for you there's no choices.