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Ode to my pants Ode to my trousers Here is a poem You can read in your browsers
Brave Americans took a forthright stance Against calling them trousers And named them pants
O, loyal pants, you friend of mine You keep me covered Where ere I dine
You’re tight and stick to me like glue And without you What should I do?
Even though you might be oddest You’re always there To keep me modest
Pants, you and I are together In sunshine or inclement weather
But there are pants of devilish design You put them on They make you whine
For me, no pants that bite From deepest Hell As pants too tight Will make you yell |
