Bryn Strudwick Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

Short Trousers

SHORT TROUSERS

When I was young in trousers short,
Children laughed at my knobbly knees.
I asked my mother why she bought
Short trousers in the winter’s freeze.
Fresh air was good for me she thought.

But Dad wore full length all year long
Which didn’t seem to me quite fair.
He was quite healthy, fit and strong
Without his knees exposed to air.
I said it was unjust, all wrong

But now, commuting on the train,
Day after day in sultry heat,
I find long trousers are a pain.
Sometimes I wish I could retreat
To childhood and wear shorts again.

20th November 2020
Quintain/Sicilian contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet

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Jan Allison December 9, 2020 at 3:02 PM Your poem made me smile Bryn, especially assome of our postmen opt to wear shorts in the most inclement weather many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx:-)

Emile Pinet December 9, 2020 at 8:38 AM Congratulations Bryn, your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest, well done my friend, Emile.