Dutchman’s Breeches
by Marjorie Kahl Lawrence
The fairies washed their panties
And hung them up to dry.
Who else could wear
So small a pair?
I’m sure not you nor I.
They’re made of finest satin
And trimmed with yellow lace,
That the fairies hung
The leaves among
In this secluded place.
And if I hadn’t spied them
I never would have known
What fairies wore
(And never tore)
Beneath a gossamer gown.
Submitted by/Photo by Jen Payne
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