Poem to my Pants

O Magic Pants!
O Magic Pants!

What wond’rous magic lies ‘neath thy folds?
Restful air beneath does swish
Beige cotton skin so light and free

Twas neither lust nor lingering love
Which led me tight-crotched to your crease
Chance twisted into roadside stall
And thus began the swishy all

O Magic Pants!
What pain awaits
Come tort’rous days of tear and stitch

Fear no needle, Magic Pants!
For at least, soft as you are
Always shall you be my rag

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