Tried to put on some old pants the other day,
But my waistline just said neigh.
I squeezed and I squirmed,
But it wouldn’t fit me at all.
So I tossed the old pants
Right down the hall.
My pants looked back and said with a glee,
“You’re just too fat for skinny, ole me.”
I stared and I took an angry glance,
But it was too late to pick up my naughty pants.
For my pants departed away from me,
And managed to climb up a tall oak tree.
“Ha, ha,” said my pants as it looked down at me.
“You’re still too fat and now I am free.”
My mind was boiling and I yelled up at the pants,
“You may have won now, but you’re taking a chance.
You’ll never get out of that tall oak tree.
You’re really not as free as can be.”
My pants just laughed and mocked me again,
“Sorry to say this, my former friend.
When you go to sleep at night,
I’ll go down the tree and take flight.
In the morning, you’ll never see me again.
Goodbye forever, my hefty friend.”
I went back in the house and put on some new pants.
These fit me perfectly and I did a nifty dance.
I may be fat, but now I feel good.
I’m glad my old pants are leaving the neighborhood.