Ode to Yoga Pants
You always feel just right.
I want to wear you every day
From morning on ‘til night.
When I’m feeling chubby,
You can make me thin.
When I can’t choose outfits,
You’re the place that I begin.
You’re perfect for the grocery,
You’re perfect for the gym,
You’re perfect for my housework,
I love you on my skin.
Why would I wear blue jeans?
Why wear those skinny pants?
They only feel confining,
Like g-string underpants.
I know I should wear dresses
And boots upon my feet,
But when I put on Lycra,
That’s when I feel complete.
Yoga pants, I love you.
I will never let you go.
Even if style changes,
I will go against the flow.
I can’t give you up–
You’re the apple of my eye.
Together we have bonded,
Like a la mode and cherry pie.
I miss you every Sunday
When I leave to go to church,
But, oh, I find you quickly
Later on your bedpost perch!
I thank you for your service
Until I wear you out.
And then I’ll find another
Whose praises I will shout.
image by Circe Denyer