Pants - a poem about pants/a gift giving poem

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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