Khaki Pants
Khaki pants fell down a well somewhere
We don't know where
We are not mapologists
It was deep, dry and empty but no longer
As stated, the pants are at the bottom now
Khaki pants had an occupant in them at the time
Obeying the laws of physics
One person at a time is all one pair of pants can fit
The person is no longer with us
Khaki pants do not fall on their own
Decisions come from higher powers
Perhaps the pants occupant put an end to it
Or simply slipped into the hole
We will never know
Khaki pants are strange
They come in tan and other colors
But have never been accused of murder
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
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