You could hear them growling
as they came up the street
bristling with fury
mumbling obscenities
the long angry pair of trousers.
They were rumpled.
They were crumpled.
They had had a bad night.
They did not want to be there.
On him.
Anywhere butt.
They were positively scopophobic
but he didn’t get it.
so they squinched his anatomy.
soiled the cuffs.
Had he not noticed?
But they were all he had
So he wore them
Those long angry pair of trousers.
John Malone 
Sounds dangerous… 😀
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yes, you wouldn’t want to mess with those trousers 🙂
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I have several pairs of jeans that fit this description. But I put up with them!
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Lol 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Like this one. I’ve worn them as well.
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Lol. thanks Mark 🙂
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Liked this a lot
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thanks Billy; the funny thing is the poem was propelled by the phrase ‘an orangey’ pair of trousers which I misread as ‘angry’ and the poem took off; it was all I could do to keep up 🙂
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