White polyester slacks are still in style,
Now I hope to make that clear
By heading down to Florida
And asking the Balladeer?

Most golfers down in Florida,
Wear white slacks upon the green.
If you’ve seen men in Florida golfing,
You’d know just what I mean.


I think I better explain this thread,
Before it gets out of hand,
It all started with a dream of mine
That really was quite grand.


Florida is where my dream took place.
There was this handsome older man.
He bumped into our Poet Devine
In this dream, it was not our Nan!

He sent her books a flying
Quickly picking them up he said,
“I’ve been waiting for this moment,
Pinch me so I know that I’m not dead!”

She pinched him all right she did,
In the seat of his white polyester pants,
And there she felt the hardest thing ~
Good grief, the man had butt implants!

He said, “Now you know my secret,
I hope to make this clear,
I wouldn’t give up this butt, but for you
So just say the word my dear!"

She up and pushed him in a puddle,
His pants of white now black!
Man I hate those retro dreams,
In the life of this insomniac.

Ron, this thread has been such fun,
Sorry you weren't the man in my dream.
But ... I bet your butt in pants of white
Would the cutest butt we’ve seen?

C’mon in now all, and join the fun,
Poetically, let’s hear it loud and clear,
Sharon’s got Ron writing poetry
To protect his butt it’s clear.

Sounds to me Ron lives in sweats
Now I bet that is a fact,
If consuming goodies and ice cream,
They certainly expand and retract.

We all wear fuzzies all day long,
I’m glad he keeps his covered!
Maybe that’s why he watches his tv
In his clothing cupboard?

Most men are messy, as you know
Dropping laundry all over the place
At least he puts his into piles,
Leaves him more computer space.

“Soon” seems like forever,
For Ron to get things done,
But I will say this for him indeed,
His sense of humor’s a lot of fun!

There’s a bare butt in Michigan
Now there’s a name for a poem,
I think I will have to research that,
“Knock, knock…anybody home?”