Santa brought Charlie some new underwear, and we’re having some technical issues. I’ll let Charlie tell you about it.
Newfangled Shorts
4-Pack of shorts,
That’s what I got,
‘Cause all of my old ones
Are totally shot
Elastic is gone
They’re worn to the core
But at least I can locate
What I’m looking for
You see, I got me
A problem of sorts
What is the deal with
These newfangled shorts?
Yeah, they fit,
But when I gotta pee
I cannot get to my gadget!
They’ve re-engineered
The flap, I’m guessin’
It used to work fine
Why are they messin’?
Don’t matter if I’m
In the woods or in town
There I am, anxiously
Hunting around
When I got the urge
And reach for my rig,
I don’t need an
Archeological dig!
It’s gotta be quick
I gotta go!
Got me an old
Duffer’s bladder, you know?
The worst is when we’re
At the urinal here,
And all of us gotta
Get rid of some beer
The last thing I want
Is to hold up the line,
Fiddlin’ around for
What I cannot find
“I’ll just be a sec!”
I say to the guys,
“Go use the stall,
That would be wise
Or you can just watch me
Squirm like a worm,
Huntin’ around for my gadget!”
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
Hear Ida Tell It: Technical Issues