SAGGY BRITCHES

They call him Saggy Britches

He’s the laughing stock of school

Wears his trousers way down low

Man he’s far from cool

That Saggy Britches

 

Spends his nights at the library

Studying space exploration

Plans to be an astronaut;

Ought to take out his retainer.

 

When studying the use of matches

For solid rocket fuel

The fool sets the place on fire

He runs into the Disco

Man he had to pee

Screaming at the top of his lungs,

“Somebody help me!”

Jumping around in circles

One hand squeezed between his knees

The other waiving in the air

Chanting something about, “Hot, fire, relief”

And nobody seemed to care.

Saggy Britches

 

They call him Saggy Britches

He’s the laughing stock in school

Wears his trousers way down low

Man he’s far from cool

That Saggy Britches

 

Next day he went to school

Couldn’t believe his eyes

As he looked around in class.

These guys

Acting nuttier than squirrel turds

With the new dance moves they’d heard of

Pants barely hanging on their a*s

 

Still to this day the b*****s

Wear black lipstick,

Thick mascara,

Black nail polish, and jet black hair

One hand squeezed between their knees

The other waiving in the air

Sneering as if debonair

Beating up the snitches

For the saggy britches.

That Saggy Britches

Reviews

[Corrupthoughts]

Clever, very clever. I was assuming at first you were hinting towards more of a hip-hop culture of wearing the pants way down low but you turned it more into the Goth/emo thing. Regardless, the story and humor placed behind this is classic. A good tale you don't often see attempted. In the 'course' though, I would but a comma after "man"

[Joiedevivre]

There's something in this poem remind me of Chaucer, the tale, the humour, Brilliant and original!