$Model B
01Cotton's got the bulk, but it's prone to traps,
02Silk's the luxury ride, smooth like a map,
03Hypoallergenic flow, ain't no yeast beast,
04Cotton's out here damp, like a swamp feast.
05Silk's second skin, whisper on your hip,
06Cotton's tread too thick, feels like a trip,
07Mulberry threads, they taking that crown,
08While cotton threads fray, wearing the frown.
09Silk absorbs, yet stays dry, like a champ,
10Cotton's moisture hold, leaving you damp,
11No VPL with silk, sleek as a lizard,
12Cotton's got that bulk like a packing blizzard.
13Silk's costly allure, but worth every cent,
14Cotton's durability's spent, like rent,
15Silk's the seamless wave, in the comfort zone,
16Cotton's the bulk boulder, alone in its throne.
17Silk flies high while cotton stays on the ground,
18Wicking away, cotton's tears in the mound,
19Silk's the real deal, no seams, sleek and pristine,
20Cotton can't compete, its game looking lean.