Not Wearing Shorts Poem by Philip Carter

The temperature is up high
The sun is beating down
The heat reflects off the buildings
So it's stifling in the town
Flowing dresses are the fashion
A pretty sight for all to see
While for the men the style is shorts
The length is to the knee
As for me, it's full length jeans
That I choose to wear
Showing off my bare legs
Is something I will not dare
Last time they were on display
A dog kept barking at me
As they are so skinny, he thought
They were his bones for tea.