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From Rude Rural Rhymes by Bob Adams, NewYork: The Macmillan Company; 1925; pp. 27-28.


[27]

A POME OF PANTS AND
PATCHES

I’ve won success beyond my scheming
And wealth beyond my wildest dreaming.
Whatever fate may later chance,
I now have three whole pairs of pants.
I do not hesitate to say
That I have often seen the day,
Yea, I have known a year or more
When one whole pair was all my store.
When long o’er hill and plain I’d chased them,
And no new trousers had replaced them,
Those pant’s by Hannah’s skillful art,
Were patched upon their widest part.
I wore that patch and sat upon it
While writing many a rhyme and sonnet.
O every morning just at dawn
Before I put those britches on,
My wife looked over them to see
If they were safe and sane for me.
And later, ere to work I went,
At her command I often bent,
To see if I had sprung a rent.
And if she saw as I was going,
[28] A strip of B. V. D.’s was showing,
I’d yank them off right then and there,
And shiver in the chilly air,
The while she made a quick repair.
Unless I work my rusty pen
Those pantless times may come again;
But, for the present, I rejoice
And sing with loud melodious voice,
Enjoy my trousers while I’ve got them,
Before hard wear and weather rot them.






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