New Thread His britches were breached in the rear, Where excess weight had burst the seam. Folks gathered around him to jeer, One shocked woman began to scream. But worse, he wore no underwear, Consequently, it all hung out, Through this wide unexpected tear, As teenagers started to shout. He tore off his shirt and then tied It tightly around his huge waist, But certain parts he couldn’t hide, Offending all women straight-laced. One old lady ran to the phone, And dialed the police station nearby. He stood against a wall, alone, Embarrassed and wanting to cry. Charged with indecent exposure, Off to jail the police car sped. Once there, he at last found closure, As he was supplied with new thread. ~ © RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net) ~ Art by Richard McCusker (jotoma@bellsouth.net) February 2004 This is a LINKWARE webpage. You're welcome to use it providing you keep it intact and don't mix it with other graphics. You may, however, use a different title and different text. Be sure and include my Marilyn's graphics' button and a link back. http://www.geocities/writersearlyspring2004/ All poems and short stories on this website have a copyright. If you wish to use one or more on your website, contact the author for permission. If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Odes To March Original Humor A New Morning And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Early Spring 2004 Index