Pedal-Pushers
My aunt complained, “It’s cold down here!”
(In Florida, she meant.)
The shorts she wears against the chill
Would not have made a dent.
“Put on some pants,” I told her
But she found what’s in-between
And so her pedal-pushers,
Not Capris, have made the scene.
It’s nice to hear the lingo
From the past get a new lease.
I wonder if those pedal-pushers
Live in her valise.
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