To the company that supplies our uniforms
This letter is written to alert and inform
We don’t really like what you’ve gone and done
We liked things better like they used to run
Ya’ll changed our britches, now we can’t breathe
Traded our “Dickies” for some new blue jeans
They don’t rightly fit, they’re way too tight
When I wear ‘em, my voice starts to sound real high
Ya’ll need to consider who you’re dealing with
We’re all grown men, not high school kids
We don’t like bending to be so hard
We like loose blue jeans not leotards
Come on fellers, won’t you help us, please
Give us back our “Dickies” loose blue jeans
We don’t really care ‘bout tryin to look “buff”
Come on fellers, loosen up
Copyright C R Clark-4/27/2008
c'mmon fellars.you heard the man alright.loosen up mannn........we really need to loosen up and getting sum air...........really great pal.
This is great Richard, made me laugh. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Andrew
I agree with my fellow poet Thad, there's a time for loose and tight, work definitely seems a time for loose, comfort is what we need during that time. Melvina
Theres a time for loose and a time for tight, loose for work, to me seems right! ! *10*! Best regards, Friend Thad
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I would like to translate this poem
Ahhh! needed that to lighten the mood, just the job! Thankyou Love duncan X