Bright skin tight br a crazy canary yellow br br jeans br my pride & joy br br (my first Versace) br br took a lot br of balls br br to wear ‘em br but then br br I got br ‘em! br br My mother hated br (with a vengeance) them br br (hated to pieces) br them br br until one morning early br up with the crow of the cock br br I cut them br myself to pieces br br “Snick snack! ” sniggered br the scissors br br (good for a laugh) br br threw the shreds of the threads br up upon the roof br br let an hour or so br pass br br and then discovering br my own(the devil’s) handiwork br br accused her br of the dastardly deed. br br Who else(I said) br wanted the jeans dead? br br Who hated them br with such a passion br br to do such...such br a thing. br br Maybe she thought... br “I did it in my(God forgive) sleep.” br br “Although I know br I didn’t do it br br it’s what I would have wanted done.” br br After hours br struggling like a worm br br I let her off the hook br confess it was I br br that done them br (the jeans) in. br br She annoyed at the spoof br that took her in br br but delighted at the demise br of those damn things. br br The hearty laugh of then br the feeble smile of now br br as she(here is this hospital) br tries not to die.