This is an absolutely true story that happened this month. It's about my husband and his pants. Please excuse the rhyme with "tears" [tares] and "years".
He's worn the same kind of pants for years
Black cotton cargo trousers with baggy rears
The cuffs are torn
The seats are worn
The pockets have tape mending the tears
Last week he took on a new stance
He broke tradition and bought new pants!
Only one pocket on the side
For a cell phone to hide
Is that my husband? Not a chance!
I looked twice and didn't know what to say
Straight-legged and fashionable gray
He looked so slim
I didn't recognize him
Hubba hubba, baby, walk this way!