Honey, I found this in your car. Who's are they?

 

  

My hips are so bony even this Brazilian thong is uncomfortable. Do any of you gals with fatter hips want them?

 

I was pointing the way to enlightenment when someone dropped their panties on me. How bourgois!

 

Perhaps this offering will bring me the man of my dreams.

 

I've lost everything in a fire. The International Red Cross supplied me with this new wardrobe which reflects Thai, L.L. Bean, Middle Eastern and Ralph Lauren donations.

 

Shipibo headgear is always right,

with leopard panties you'll catch the light.
Eternal sunshine of the coiffured mind,

Don't stare at the sun or you'll go blind.

 

Can you have this ready by Thursday? No bleach, light starch.

 
Ohh, take these panties and sleep with them. Call me in the morning, and you can put them on me slowly with your teeth.      
 
Last but not least, two poems about mannequins from the poet laureate of the party, Mark Oldland