I Think I Can Get Into These Jeans
I think I can get into these jeans, Deloris said.
She wiggles and giggles and lies back on the bed.
The jeans are stretched as far as jeans ever go.
I wonder if they’ll split, they are crying out “whoa!”
I know I can do this, she argues, moving her fat.
I wore them a month ago, she says to her cat.
The cat rolls his eyes and goes off to catch mice.
Deloris fails to get into these jeans more than thrice.
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