This is written in hopes that the reader will
take the time to read Robert Frost's "Birches"
Now that is a real poem!


When I see britches bend to left and right

Against the lines of straighter looser clothes,

I like to think some elf's been stuffing them.

But stuffing doesn't warp them out to stay;

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.


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