This is written in hopes that the reader will
I see britches bend to left and right
Fast foods do that. I have come up behind
After a spree and found no single stitch
That wasn't strained, bent to its utmost might.
I tell you brother, britches can be tight,
But stuffed that cruelly is a walking sin- -
Explode, oh britches; let the sun shine in!
And let the winds of winter blow on through;
Let britches bend and do what birches do.