My Pants Are Fun

My pants have bananas, lemons and limes. Great for bogeying next to the New York Times Jazzy and fun they bring me notorious rhymes. I sashay on down to the building of March of Dimes. These pants are catchy, they make me smile. I hop to Chicago, down her Magnificent Mile. Being in a bad mood could take me quite a while. These pants are as happy as Oz’s yellow brick tile.