Ode to Yoga Pants

Ever get in one of those silly, don’t-care moods? Been there all morning. This is the result.

Ode to Yoga Pants

Oh, yoga pants,
It’s you I love.
You fit my booty
Like a glove.

I buy two or three
Straight off the rack,
One color will do,
Only black!

Black hides the belly,
Or so I’m told.
I’ll wear you even when
I’m really old.

When I stretch up,
You don’t fall down
You’re so comfy
I never frown.

The poem is done,
But it’s not the end.
Oh, yoga pants…..
My bestest friend.

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