My Bathrobe

I rarely wear a bathrobe
But I have one, just in case.
It hangs there in the closet,
Taking up some primo space.

Mine is calf-length and it’s yellow
With a breakfast food motif.
Though it’s cute, the times I’ve worn it
Have been scattershot and brief.

Yet tonight it seemed to beckon
So I’m wearing it right now.
It’s as comfortable as any
Piece of clothing will allow.

But I’m certain that tomorrow
To the closet it will go.
Though it’s comfy and it’s cozy,
It’s not me the way I know.

When I’m in for some duration
And I’m ready to relax,
Tees and drawstrings, loose and baggy,
Have a pull my robe just lacks.