Monday’s Pants
Monday’s pants are fresh and clean,
Tuesday’s pants are turning green.
Wednesday’s pants are sadly torn,
Thursday’s pants have never been worn.
Friday’s pants are loose and forgiving,
Saturday’s pants are good for swimming
But the pants that are worn on the Sabbath Day
Are holier than yours, to my mother’s dismay.
Tuesday’s pants are turning green.
Wednesday’s pants are sadly torn,
Thursday’s pants have never been worn.
Friday’s pants are loose and forgiving,
Saturday’s pants are good for swimming
But the pants that are worn on the Sabbath Day
Are holier than yours, to my mother’s dismay.
This poem is copyright (©) Patrick Fisher 2025
About the Writer
Patrick Fisher
Patrick is a part time poet and full time primary school teacher, reading aloud for pleasure at every opportunity. Living and working in Glasgow, his poems have previously been published in newleaf; a poetry journal published by the University of Bremen.
