I don’t know
Why I like Boxer Shorts
Maybe b’cos they are always
Brilliant and even a little too sunny sometimes
Or maybe I like the feel of cotton or satin
Brushing against my hairy thighs
Maybe I’m just Manny
Or Rocky or the weather in the month
Of May – that being a mere illusion –
Perhaps I like the air bouncing
Off through only what I, and my wife, know
Cooling the interior – After all I like my testicles
Shaken and on the rocks –
And when everything else seems like a toil or a bore
I just slip out my shorts
Knowing nakedness is just like Christmas
– A little chilly but cheery –
Until of course I feel satin rise up my legs
To welcome once again
Another Boxing day.