Somebody gave me a pair of trousers,
That was too small,
For them,
But fits me perfectly.
They are white,
Not beige,
Not broken white,
Not eggshell,
But extremely white.
I have two kids,
Two dogs,
About thirty guinea pigs,
I don’t do white.
White scares me,
White shows everything.
It shows when you spilled a drink,
Or some food,
It shows your period,
Very clearly.
It even shows your underwear.
White is pretty mean,
It leaves nothing covered
It spills the beans.
Shortly put,
I have no idea how to wear white,
How do I keep it from showing all those things?
Do I bribe it?
Maybe I should just dye the pants,
In a darker color.
Or maybe, just maybe,
I should be brave,
Suck it up,
And try it out.
How about that?