Goodbye to my Clean Pants

A late december night,

Brings on the thought of a hike,

So I packed up my bag,

Hit the craig,

Goodbye to my clean pants

I was 20 miles in,

When my face began to grin,

As as I felt the warmth running down my leg,

Into the damp, swampy craig,

Goodbye to my clean pants

For I needed to wipe,

So I pulled out my light,

Poison ivy is what I found,

As I dragged my bosom, across the ground,

Goodbye to my clean pants

Resisting the itch, I felt the pinch,

Another mile down, the grin was around

As my jeans discovered,

What the unholy had uncovered,

Goodbye to my clean pants