My Denim Dilemma
Thirty years ago
I was a boy of fifteen
Shoulder length hair growth
Biker boots and skinny jeans
My Father's best birthday gift
A stunning Levi denim jacket
Everyday since I've worn it
It's gained a few patches
Recently divorced I met a lady
Sweet as a honey pot
Who loves and respects me
But we've hit a bad spot
Jealousy of my denim relations
Is causing a massive strain
Her demands were outrageous
She wants to burn my denim
This denim is my best mate
With lots of fond memories
Even wore it on our first date
Her reply made me worry
It was your charm that I liked
And your good looks obviously
Your clothes are a terrible sight
To be so insulting is a liberty
So now I'm in limbo
Lose my precious denim
Or the girl has to go
What a terrible dilemma I'm in
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