Dungaree Blues

Once we called them dungarees; Now they’re known as jeans. To me, they’ve been a staple Since first worn when in my teens. Back then, they hugged my hips on top And flared into a bell, The bottoms often fraying After they’d been washed a spell. I’ve gone through many phases – Skin tight, baggy, dark and light, But in recent years it’s hard to find A pair that fits just right. So I order and return them ‘Til I’ll find some that will please, Like the ones I bought so easily When they were dungarees.