Underwear Curse

There is a dear little Irish lass,
Always loosing the cloth covering her ass!

First all the troubles finding her sock,
That sneaky leftie that escaped the flock,
She will search high and low,
But never will that sock show,
Lost forever!
Not to be found, no never!

A favourite stripy pair of knickers,
Taken by gremlins called Pickers,
They'd brainwashed her wee mutt,
A sinister curse to reveal her butt!

The ones that were meant to be lucky,
Oh they met an end so mucky,
That beastly Red Swan ran out,
And stole them in its fiery snout!

Oh the woes of this princess,
Is there no prince to give her rest?
Or will forever her underwear be gone,
And this curse stretch on, forever long?

[For @Delilah]