So I was getting ready to go to a pajama party, looking for pajama pants and as I searched I came up with this little poem.
Pajamas, pajamas,
like hairy bananas,
they come in and out of your life
Then you find one
that gets stuck up your bum
and you wish then that you had a knife
To cut it right out
with a yelp and a shout
and present it with love to your wife.
I may add to it if I can think of some more good verses.
