Best Pantaloons Poems

The forest of limitless green,
The spill of red blood,
The rite of sunrise,
White pantaloons to turn away the sun:

An elephant shuffles along
swaying side to side.
He is swathed in red.
The rider sways in his howdah.
His eyes squint at the Asian sun.

Somewhere in the forest 
a sadhu is...

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Old Pantaloons, a Chiasmus
by Michael R. Burch

Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.

Old panty loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long...

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