Where My Things

You’ve got to swing your hips, now. Come on baby… —The Locomotion/Larry Nored WHERE MY THINGS Wear my boots? Track with my foots - my feet. Wear my gloves with all their loves - cleaning the tub. Wear my underthings? Clings to you, darling… Wear my pants and the ants? Do the “Locomotion.” Wear my shirt? Now that’s overt! Hand it back! Wear my socks and their aftershocks - hanging by a thread. Wear my wig? You’ll get a gig, tower rappelling. Wear my ring? It’s on a string with my honey’s. You’ll wear his fists flying from his wrists - you’ll meet your Maker!