Once we called them dungarees;
Now
they’re known as jeans.
To
me, they’ve been a staple
Since
first worn when in my teens.
Back
then, they hugged my hips on top
And
flared into a bell,
The
bottoms often fraying
After
they’d been washed a spell.
I’ve
gone through many phases –
Skin
tight, baggy, dark and light,
But
in recent years it’s hard to find
A
pair that fits just right.
So
I order and return them
‘Til
I’ll find some that will please,
Like
the ones I bought so easily
When
they were dungarees.
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