Under-where have you gone?

A cotton cape. Elastic gold. 
The boldest amidst dresser troves.
Acquainted with the utmost grief,
A trusted friend when all seems dreary.


Every rise the sun decides to wake
I place my pal upon my waist.
The time to start the day has come,
It's gone before it has begun.

Where have you gone my closest mate?
Retired to the pearly gates of clothing lost.
Say greetings to the socks and tossed fine linens too!

I s'pose a better place exists
Where polyester's free, what bliss!
I do not know, and ne'er will find
The mate who covered my behind.
(so many times through pithy rhymes)


Alas another you will do,
But mystery still shrouds a ruse.
Abandoned, helpless, left for nude,
Are adjectives ascribed me.

What more could taint this sour day,
But poems rich with friendships maimed.
One final query must remain,
"Under-where have you gone?"

Written in memoriam by C.