We have a knicker thief amongst us
She knows we know just who she is
She slides into the bathroom
Where discarded clothes lay on the floor
And when she thinks she’s not been seen
She grabs a trophy
Then scurries for the door
Through the bedroom
Down the stairs
Across the lounge
And out into the morning air
Where she thinks she’s free
Safe from prying eyes and the wroth of me
But whilst her dad laughs
I fear the neighbours might be watching
So, no dog of mine will ever get away
With so publicly displaying next week’s washing