The ground is wet with morning dew.
by Eric Ericson
Oblivious I hurry through
this axle grease upon the grass,
and loose my footing as I pass.
A perfect crash, my crotch is blown.
I skinned my knee upon a stone.
I hurry back to change my pants
and some first aid at second glance.
…and in the rush forgot to put
my belt into the pants I took.
So now I tug and pull and fight
to keep my boxers out of sight,
and search for something to tie round
to keep my pants from falling down.
I've only one thing left to say.
I hope you've had a nicer day.