Ode to Comfy Jeans

Thou goest on without a struggle.

From the dryer art thou smuggled.

Thou art like an extension of my skin,

A chameleon for every occasion.

Thou never gappeth, droopeth or saggeth;

Ye frayed legs never draggeth.

Though ye knees art worn

And ye belt loops torn,

To no other pair

Doth thou compare.

Thou zippeth, buttoneth and snappeth with ease

Thou makes me looketh so good, me wants to strip tease

O, how do I love thee comfy jeans!