My Amazing Trousers by Sol

My amazing trousers are made of macaroni cheese

They are soft and silky, put on with ease

My amazing trousers are spat on by llamas

And are just as cosy as fluffy pyjamas.

I feed the homeless and feed the poor

and if they ask, I’ll give them more,

I’ll come round town, breakfast, lunch and dinner,

to make every human feel like a winner.

[social_warfare]

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