There, Their, They’re

As I strolled along the walk
‘round the time of the county fair,
I spied an unusual gent
In obscene square underwear

And as I looked closer
To discern what was there
I came to conclude
T’was worn with great care

Consider shape within shape
Oval within square
And I had to suppose
This has to be a dare

And others looking on?
The kids who could only stare
Their parents shielding eyes
And the gent catching glares

So where’s the gentry?
To shame this arse of a mare
They’re deep in their cups
And comment on the gent’s flair.