A Funny little poem I wrote
You really should loosen your buckle,
I don't want to see a moose knuckle.
Your pants are cutting off the circulation of blood
From your toes
To your head
So tight your cheeks are red.
Your pants are too tight, your pants are too tight.
Wake up and see the light, you need to stop the strife.
When your crotch becomes the area of talk,
People wondering how you can walk.
Like a German soldier,
legs held tight
and your knees freeze because they've lost the right
of bending normally.
Public lavatories become an anomaly.
Your bad muffins are on the sill for all to see.
P>E> becomes a battle
between too tight pants and
sweat covered skin.
Dressing becomes a dance of
jittery jumps and jerking stops;
striping becomes a ceremony
involving flailing fingers and flimsy flops.
You think your fashion's great
but in truth it's really not
so stop wearing pants that suffocate your crotch.
If your pants are too tight,
they make ones that fit.
LOOK INTO IT!
Just saying, this is completely hypocritical of me and totally a joke.
