HIDING

tI am hiding the underwear out on the clothesline
Afraid that the people who pass by will see
And suspect that ours is a house
Whose residents wear underwear.

Our mothers have told us to wear underwear
And keep it all clean and in proper repair
Lest we be in an accident and forced to show a stranger
That we are people wearing underwear.

But keeping it clean must be secret, they say
After washing we must keep it hidden away
And when we buy new stuff we don’t want to say
That we have been out getting underwear.

An accident happened one miserable night
I was wearing good underwear, flawless and bright
But the doctors and nurses made me change out of sight
So they never even saw my underwear.

But you can see it,
If you come by this morning,
Because there was too much to hide
And too few shirts to hide it behind
But you will have to hurry,
Because it is drying fast.