A Shorts Poem

There was a grim time in ancient history,

When people endured endless misery.

Pants were the cause of their great discomfort,

Simply because shorts were undiscovered.

Wearing pants got hot in the sun,

Which made any work painful to get done.

And because of all the material that they did take,

Pants were extremely expensive to make.

They also made it hard to climb and run,

Which made it impossible to have any fun.

Life was tragic and painful you see,

Until the era arose where legs were set free.

With everyone hating the long-legged clothes,

The invention of shorts finally arose.

They were created by accident by Mr. William McKee,

When he tripped down the stairs and ripped his pants at the knee.

From this simple accident a new era began,

Where shorts were now worn by every child and man.

Now people could could move around with great ease,

And feel the warm sun and sweet gentle breeze.

No more were the days of pants, jeans, or slacks.

Shorts opened the door to being able to relax.

But now in this great era we are under attack,

Because we are starting to see pants coming back.