Treasure Island

Elena Plotkin


Dear Mr. Saggy Pants


Now if you knew me well you would know,
I would watch anything but a fashion show.
I am definitely not at all into Haute Couture,
I never could understand the great allure.
I never subscribed to Vogue, Fashion, or Elle.
Nor to Marie Claire, InStyle, and Mademoiselle.
And although you might find it rather bizarre,
You'd never catch me reading Harper's Bazaar.
So when it comes to the latest fashion trends,
You are better off asking some of my friends.
And maybe if I had myself some deeper pockets,
I would shop in places other than marts and outlets.
But as it stands, my greatest shopping accomplishment,
Is finding clothes I can wear on sale or on consignment.
Yet even I, with my limited knowledge and sense of fashion,
Cannot offer guys with saggy pants any form of compassion.
To me, seeing their underwear high above their pants waist,
Is not a sign of revolution and free expression; just bad taste.
And although it started in prison and was first worn by some Rapper,
Trust me guys you look far from cool, fly, phat, badass, or dapper.
So come on, do yourself and your sweet honey a big huge favor,
Pull up them pants, tighten that belt, and hide your underwear for later.

(c) 2013 copyright Elena Plotkin

Submitted: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2014

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  • Khairul Ahsan (10/15/2013 3:26:00 AM)

    Wonderful!
    At the first look, the size of this poem appears like that of a pregnant woman. Not a good size though to attract eyes, I started going through it and the amusement started. When I finished reading it, I burst out in laughter. You have a great sense of humor.
    'To me, seeing their underwear high above their pants waist,
    Is not a sign of revolution and free expression; just bad taste.'
    Quite agree!
    'So come on, do yourself and your sweet honey a big huge favor,
    Pull up them pants, tighten that belt, and hide your underwear for later.'
    Lolz... (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (10/11/2013 1:24:00 PM)

    was it so obvious in my photo? ? ? ? overall i give this a high mark...esp. for cleverness and some of the rhyming, if not for the fashion sense. as always, this poemhunter fly-boy thanks you for sharing. :) (Report) Reply

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