Snowballs & Underpants

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

and I can only imagine the playground bet

if I’m a briefs or boxers guy.