Friday, February 25, 2011
How Long Has My Fly Been Open...?
Now I'm embarrassed
I can't even say
How long has my fly been open
Has it been most the day?
I've been in my car
I've walked around town
It should have been up
But instead it's been down
My nethers were hidden
By my shirt, I will say
Convincing myself of that
Is the only way
But I've had an unwanted draft
Seen many a laugh
It's a terrible gaffe
My face is so red
I'd rather be dead
What more can be said?
Oh, how long... how long... how long
How long has my fly been open?
10 Minute Poetry (by Dairn Peters)
I can't even say
How long has my fly been open
Has it been most the day?
I've been in my car
I've walked around town
It should have been up
But instead it's been down
My nethers were hidden
By my shirt, I will say
Convincing myself of that
Is the only way
But I've had an unwanted draft
Seen many a laugh
It's a terrible gaffe
My face is so red
I'd rather be dead
What more can be said?
Oh, how long... how long... how long
How long has my fly been open?
10 Minute Poetry (by Dairn Peters)
# posted by Dairn @ 3:29 PM 
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Welcome back to blogland! love it (and the poem!) At the end of a long day teaching, I discovered the same thing - and thought "how long has my fly been open?" Such a universal theme and deep thought!
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