Cargo Pants Poem by Gwen Newcomb

Cargo pants are in
right now.
so many seem
to wear them.
Pockets here, pockets there,
I wonder did the designer
try to iron 'em? !
It is a chore to say
the least,
one I ignore for a long,
long time,
until they stack up on that ironing
board, and to see 'em is
like a crime!
So I finally have
a break down,
and before I start
to curse,
I get them ironed one
by one,
and dread the next time,
the stack seems even worse!
I look aghast at those
dreaded pants
that need to be ironed,
and it seems no time
has passed!
I close the door to think
some more,
about that stack of pants.
Maybe they will disappear
I think.
I know, I'll tackle instead
the dreaded dishes in the sink!
and so it goes on,
and really, grateful
I am.
I have my health
I am content-
I will continue
to iron those darn pants!


(7/21/07)