My kids are great if you ask me
Though they have their moments I confess
They are perfect in every way
Except with how they dress

Take my son for instance
Style is not a thing for him
Clothes don't have to fit right
Just meet around his rim

My son forgot to measure himself
When he bought his new pants
They're big enough for all of us
The dogs, cats, and ants

But he's cool, just ask him
That's the way they should be
Baggy pants and shirts
They both meet at the knee

I offered to let him wear 
A pair of his dad's blue jeans
They ought to be baggy enough
I'm sure that's what it means

He set me straight and told me how it is
Said you have to buy them just that way.
Don't know if I'll ever like them
But they seem to make his day

No he's not perfect
And he does have his flaws
But baggy pants is better
Than learning to break the laws

I just hope he grows out of them
Or grows to fill their size
Surely by the time he is thirty
Baggy pants won't seem too wise

But baggy clothes and all
He's one great son to me
Because doing what is right
Is his goal and destiny

He said "I love you Mom"
Even though my pants are big
And when the style changes
I'll dance another jig

©Charles W. Hill 
1999
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