Belts

A belt keeps pants from falling down
Or gives the loops employment.
A song that’s belted out may give
The audience enjoyment.

A belt of Scotch may calm the nerves
But there is no denyin’
The brightest belt is in the sky
On he who hunts, Orion.

One belt can lay a boxer flat
And factory surveyors
Keep track of goods that travel
On the belts we call conveyors.

What prompted this was Henry,*
Such a proud, excited fellow
Who just passed his test in Tae Kwon Do
And earned his belt of yellow!

*my 4 ½ year old grandson