The Where And Wear Of Underwear

Hanging up, pegged in a line,

Like flags, of different design,

Boxers, briefs and underwear,

Flapping knickers, full fanfare,

And although they were clean,

No telltale marks too obscene,

There was something truly shocking,

Provoking disgust and mocking,

Not just the large sizes, uncool look,

Never seen in any fashion book,

The plainness making them more,

Private, items the owners wore,

Clothing not made for any display,

Functional, only to be hidden away,

And I failed to comprehend why,

This offended and that to my eye,

Was more personal than posed revealing,

That many fashionistas find appealing,

Perhaps the invasion of privacy, unaware,

My guilt judging it too ordinary and bare.

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