Snowballs & Underpants

briefs? boxers? just diapers pal

Ice and cold
Between the fold
Of my cotton undies.
Throwing snow
I didn’t know
Could be so not so fundies.
When I was just the arm
Then there really was no harm
In practicing my aim.
when I heard the word yelled "fire"
I decided to retire
And the target I became.
If only I did duck
Instead of being struck
My bottom would be dry.
As it is my rear is wet
I can only imagine the playground bet
If I’m a briefs or boxers guy.