#trousers
Lawrence Hall
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Trousers, Gentlemen, Trousers!
“There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself,
'Do trousers matter?'"
"The mood will pass, sir.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, The Code of the Woosters
Had you visited the post office today
You might have heard an elderly man say
(After opening his newspaper, by the way)
“Trousers, gentlemen, trousers”
For there in black and white, on the front page
Was pictured each and every schoolboard sage
Attired in shorts, in deference to the age
“Trousers, gentlemen, trousers”
While one appreciates our volunteers
Who serve our schools for free (let’s give them cheers)
The vision of old men’s legs must lead to jeers
Their veined and wrinkled knees – is this a tease?
“Trousers, gentlemen, trousers – please!”
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
the inside of her legs are numb
she spits poetry out like chewing gum
tan thighs - brown eyed
"you're a monster, kiss me goodnight"
spinning lights inside her head
the blind spots come, she'll leave you dead
ask for taco bell and then she runs -
leaving your trousers half undone
black and blue drip from your eyes
"she said she loved me, then she died"
sleep in the backseat to sweat her out
i have no idea what this poem is about
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
The sun is shining
The birds are singing
The wind is blowing
The people are complaining
It's England, what do you expect?
Drink the tea,
Eat the scones,
Wear shorts in the cold,
Trousers in the warmth,
Everything is backwards,
It's what we do for fun!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC