Skinny Jeans
My husband bought some skinny jeans,
The kind Mick Jagger’d wear,
Which cling real tight from ankle
To the thigh and derriere.
They came today, from Amazon;
He couldn’t wait to try them,
Especially to prove me wrong.
(I’d told him not to buy them.)
I must admit that they look great
And so I couldn’t scoff
But it was pretty funny
When he tried to take them off.
It took a few attempts with lots of
Tugs and yanks and wiggles,
Providing me with quite a bout
Of told-you-so-type giggles.
I’m sure to him he’ll get rewards
In compliments a’plenty,
But he would have it easier
If he were more like 20!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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