Pants take up a corner, front right
and I obviously remove stored pants
to put freshly washed ones at the bottom
before replacing the others, to ensure rotation.
This is for Y-fronts, of course,
hard-line M&S stuff. Calvin Klein
boxers are for those happy to be seen
in pants alone, who have hangers for them.
Around the triangle of Y-fronts
are socks, balled-up as my father showed me,
two layers, moved from back to front
as the front ones are taken out and worn.
So now you know, and this is where
I tie the action to the stream of English Poetry,
hinting at the drawers of Wordsworth
and how Dorothy most probably arranged them.
How Shakespeare, beneath his hose,
went commando, with just a codpiece
to maintain control. It was this free and easy life
which gave him time for all the other stuff.
But Homer had it best, Greek weather
and a single robe, all the cloth he needed.
With the time saved from underwear arrangement,
he could spend longer polishing his brogues.
One thought on “Rearranging My Pants Drawer, by Simon Williams”
A truly great poem celebrating a much overlooked aspect of human experience.