Nicking Nellies knickers

Somebody’s stolen her knickers
They were left out to dry in the sun
Why were they so cruel and heartless
Was it done out of spite or for fun
Pink panties, purloined by a weirdo
Did they do it for some sort of dare
Surely they knew, like most of us do
That these were her solitary pair
We watched as she sat down and blubbered
We felt for this big bonnie lass
And then all as one “what is to be done
To cover her huge naked ass”
So we all put in money to buy some
A pair that were pretty, yet strong
But with knickers that size, you will not be surprised
That all we could get was a thong
When the undies were duly presented
She accepted, with style and with grace
And the smile of her arse was only surpassed
By the smile we could see on her face