Pants
by
Gregory K.
I saw my mother buy me pants
With stripes in shades of green...
And on one knee a bright red blob
Shaped like a kidney bean.
The pants have pockets 'round the waist
With zippers in between.
I think the guy who sewed the seams
Lost hold of his machine.
So when my mom gives me this "gift" -
The ugliest I've seen -
I'll smile and say, "You shouldn't have."
And, boy, that's what I'll mean.
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Pants! Always good to have a reminder before I leave the house in the morning -- thanks, Greg.
ReplyDeleteI smiled at this charming poem. And I don't usually smile before breakfast. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteCute, Gregory!
ReplyDeleteI think the next time my dad tries to buy me clothes (though I think he's finally learned not to), I will simply hand him your poem. Thanks, Greg!
ReplyDeleteThanks, y'all. It's nice to know that a poem can be entertainment, a reminder, and a pointed hint all at once!
ReplyDeleteYou left me a rhyme,
ReplyDeleteAlbeit, quite terse,
So I thought I would also,
Respond in verse.
Your poem 'bout pants,
My spirit uplifted,
But please, don't let it be me,
to whom these are regifted. ;-)
I never realized what a funny word PANTS is!
ReplyDeleteThanks for a morning smile Greg.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure my brother had these pants, which he no doubt wore with a plaid shirt back in the 70's! Fun poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting this poem. IT is 3am and i'm wrapping Christmas gifts. Wondering how to spruce up a gift of money for our 40-something son to buy pants - I discovered you and your talent! I copied the poem and attached it to the money envelope. Thank you
ReplyDeleteBea