Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

I didn’t mean to flaunt it On our jaunt. It’s just that Sometimes jacket packets Bought in stores contain some more Than just the jacket.

See, jackets go over pants And if nice designers chance To put jacket tails on some pants In their packet with the jacket Then an unsuspecting beau, As pure as the driven snow, Could unwittingly unpack it— Now a folder with a jacket— And to his outfit, add it.

WHAM.

Now he’s in a jam because he Used his underpants slot for leg hair And with his pants no longer there, Just some jacket tails aren’t enough To cover all his stuff.

And cold air can be rough.