A garment worn with pride,
Can be solid underpants, you see.
They are stopped on every side,
Sealed up thoroughly.

Within the owner enjoys
Free movement normally
For this garment so enjoys,
Defense of wind and sea.

Nothing leaves and nothing comes,
The many seals are so tight!
Protection build on chemical bonds
Tremulous in the night.

And often you might discover,
when filled with hottish airs,
They rise above and almost hover
to aid the wearers up the stairs!

Indeed - in space they protect
against gammas and rays,
although this remains a project
which nasa funds and pays.

Really nobody can really say,
If garments like this remain
A thing worn just everyday;
Or if that would be a pain.

Lastly, ne'er do you see;
Underpants with overpants
unsealed and stopper free.
So one could call them onlypants,

(this seems quite unique to me)
-- mylodon, Oct 31 2017

Misread title as "Soild Underpants"...
-- 8th of 7, Oct 31 2017


Of all the poems about solid underpants, this is probably the best.
-- MaxwellBuchanan, Oct 31 2017


At least it's not in fashion: pants: storage
-- normzone, Oct 31 2017


I misread this as "Solid Underpants".
-- doctorremulac3, Oct 31 2017


Excellent choice of phase; I've never found liquid, gaseous or plasma underpants very satisfactory.

Beyond that, though, ...
-- pertinax, Oct 31 2017


This is not quite the same, but once I farted inside a wet suit, and it came out of the neck hole sometime later when I bend down to talk to someone in a wheelchair.
-- DDRopDeadly, Nov 08 2017


That’s why I’m called DDRopDeadly
-- DDRopDeadly, Nov 08 2017


That just goes to show how dangerous wheelchairs are, and why they should be licensed and registered.
-- 8th of 7, Nov 08 2017



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