I should think a few of us can relate to this experience.
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Oh dear, I’m standing here
With my new jeans round my knees,
And no matter how I wriggle about
They seem a very tight squeeze.
As I’m not one to give up
To stretch the denim I must try,
But with gravity my enemy
On the floor I have to lie.
I twist and grunt and shuffle
Until I’m feeling rather hot.
The jeans are almost there
But now I’m in a spot.
I need to get up vertical
Which proves to be a trial,
But after suffering great torture
I am standing with a smile.
Taking in a great big breath
The button finally does close,
But the large expanse of flesh above
Just adds to all my woes.
And frustration taking over
I flop down into a chair,
As a loud rip from beneath me
Shows up a very large tear.
Christine Ramsay 2.9.11
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