Ode to My shorts
This is for everyone who had to get out their summer clothes, and found them to be a wee bit small...
Hello my little pair of shorts
Haven't seen you for a while
I used to wear you at the beach
You used to make me smile
I unearthed you up from underneath
A gigantic pile of clothes
Althought they all used to fit
They now are full of woes
Oh, my little pair of shorts!
I used to wear you when it was sunny
But now there is a bigger problem
And the problem is my tummy
You start so fine down at my feet
You even pass my calves
But in order to pass my thunder thighs
I need to be split into halves
Once upon a time you fit
You looked quite dashing, too
But now you strain around my knees
A horrid sight to view
What a sorry state of life
To be defeated by my shorts
Perhaps I should take up some jogging
Or at the very least some sports
So you, my shorts, are why I sit
And pedal oh so fast
So one day you'll be off the floor
And covering my ass!
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Sage knows our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's
She answers hard acrostics, has a pretty taste for paradox
She quotes in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus
In conics she can floor peculiarities parabolous -C'hi
Last edited by Sage; 06-14-2006 at 12:35 PM..
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