The pants of Maarten
The pants of Maarten are an enigma indeed
A multipurpose tool used so frequently
In summer as shorts, in winter as jeans
Formal wear is adorned only incidently.
Now, he uses them for wallet and keys
And we for conversation starters
For comic relief in awkward interactions
Sometimes for the stuff in those deep pockets.
As he would say
He changes them once a week
But he wears them every day
With every Monday comes a different pair
If he ever had to do an interview
Maarten would discard his usual look
That Jack & Jones T-shirt might stay
But the full pants will find their way.
Or else if ever ran out of shorts
Why would he one might ask?
It has happened before when water pours
Rain does bring jeans to light in day.
Why would anyone write a poem on pants?
That would be an excellent question to ask
The reason behind is out of total whimsy
A joke between strangers turned friends
