Anti-gravitational trousers
seem to be an affliction
of the younger generation
in this nation
confirmed
by the older generation
as being an abberation:
trendy jeans hanging off arses:
despite the alleged 'classes'....
it is apparently classy
to have jeans hanging off-on the knee
so you can see
everything...
fashion banality.
Unfortunately,
evidently
a little too much
of a pound or kilo of flesh.
waiting for a touch
- my arse!
As the years progress
thoughts digress
to comfortable fit
and the three-pound rings
on the fingers
linger
and,
oh shit...
I need to cover my arse
by a little more than half.
The trousers need to come up
(as do the wearers in the world)
and as their mental story unfurls
to their chest
at their behest
by their ironing wives' request
(yes! yes!)
along with their shoelaces
they buy braces
ever shorter
as they ough'ter
when they start
to fart
and embarrass
their daughter
Now his trousers reach his ears
his family will shed no more tears.
They all know, you see, where he's at:
they accept him as a total twat.
(I would hasten to add that this is written with a huge amount of help from Tara. The expert in trousers./And oft times wearer of them!)
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fall-and-rise-of-trousers/
