This is a story about a pair or trousers
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It deals with a lack of a sense of humour
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Or rather a lack of imagination . .
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I would like to know, where you put my trousers
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I really must go, please give me my trousers
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Well it's stopped raining, they must have dried by now
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So let's stop gaming, you'll get me in an awful row.
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This joke's gone too far, I feel absolutely daft
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Over-parked my car, and what's more I feel the draught
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What to you hope to gain, by my being trouserless?
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Oh I could curse the rain, for getting me in such a mess.
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Someone's going to come, why don't you be reasonable?
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Now you've had your fun, won't you please be sensible?
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How long can this go on? I've looked most everywhere
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To put my trousers on, and now I really just don't care.
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Would you like my shirt? here's a goodly pair of shoes
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Take my coat and tie, what about my underpants?
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Trousers, trousers
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Trousers, trousers
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Trousers, trousers
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Trou - - - sers
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Trousers, trous sus, sus
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(etc. and fade).
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Trousers
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Clifford T. Ward |