Sunday, November 29, 2009


EDITOR'S NOTE: To the best of my knowledge, my sweet, very proper mother never owned a pair of blue jeans. In fact, I don't even recall seeing her in slacks till she was over 70 years old and "pantsuits" became the rage. Not so the younger generation; although girls weren't allowed to wear jeans or slacks to my school, most of us made a beeline for our $5.99 Levis we'd bought from the JCPenney catalog the minute we left the schoolyard gate.

They used to call 'em overalls,
But now they call 'em jeans:
Worn by women everywhere,
From farmerettes to queens.

It's best to fit 'em proper,
And lots of women do.
But some will wear 'em anyhow
Who really oughtn't to.

Some have swivel movement
And wobble to and fro.
Some sort of jiggle up and down
While others come and go.

A few are little butterballs,
No bigger than a minute.
Some fit like a burlap sack
That ain't got nothin' in it.

Here and there, I see a pair
That, viewing from the back,
Weave like a little blue caboose
About to jump the track!

I'm not the one to disapprove
Of a woman wearing jeans --
If, as a feller says, the end
Will justify the means!

--Autumn Acres (1982)

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