Sniffing her loin cloth,
so fresh..
Hanging in the wind..
The moon shows him,
there like flags on
a hill top to capture...
She wakes up in the morning
to find that her Frenches
have gone a miss...
Hearing the sneezes,
from her next door
but one neighbour..
"You perv..
"Watch out what you sniff,
Her undies never went missing after that day,
but her eyes did water a few
days later...
Forgetting that the itching sneezing powder
wasn't in only one..
and she giggled as she gently scratched.