Life is always better lived with gratitude. Today’s Poem of the Week offers my friend Dave’s tongue-in-cheek paean to an everyday item we all would be hard put to live without.
| In Praise of Pants When impinged by winter wind By snow or sunshine’s pointed lance Legs encased in merest skin I’m glad I’ve got my pants When hiking hilltops far and wide Through prickery stickery plants When chiggers smell my delicate hide Thank goodness for my pants When fickle whim of Venus grants Emergent courtship song and dance It’s possible to sink the chance For vulnerable new romance If, by rueful happenstance My pasty uprights should be glanced I camouflage the pale expanse By masquerade of pants And when my flimsy fleshy stilts Are nipped by yappy schnauzers Give me not your skirts and kilts But armor me with trousers Though some will claim that they confine Preferring free and open air Mostly those from warmer climes Or those with lavish body hair I still employ them every day Perhaps because I have not found A single more effective way To hold my pockets off the ground |
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