On a Friday while I was weary,
My new white pants were too long,
Thought to myself, "Something must be done."
Preferring more refined then ruff
I said, "I'll add a cuff."
By sewing standards I'm no ace,
In the 9th grade I made a pillow case.
After some imaginative guessing,
I found myself doing some pressing.
Affixing some pins to hold it just right,
I began sewing into the night.
A cuffed pant, and Nat surprised.
Bryan
2 comments:
Great blog! I love the poem too. I had no idea you were so well-rounded.
Your camping pictures made me wish we could go camping. Rusty isn't quite as portable as Bruce was. Maybe next summer.
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