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.
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