Pants Poem by Daniel Y.

I wear them.
They are an extremely useful invention. Much better than the kilt,
who is afraid of climbing ladders and ashamed of chilly drafts.
Whose wearer clashes without exception. Better robed in knickers
clothe,
or boxer’s brief perhaps.
And shorts beneath, the underbrief, a luxury comfortably forgot. f
Pockets hold nicknack's and gadgets. Stylish and tough. And l
when they pass they make denim jackets. With a bell a
bottom i
r.

Rips are hip. The zipper’s quick. Hemmed edges, and tailored cuts.
Pocket change and wallet chains.