A Poem Inspired by Pointless

My trouser waistband is to tight

I loosen it, alone at night,

And then they drop, I feel a fool

I’m taken to the ducking stool

I float, therefore I am a witch

Trousers unravel, I cannot stitch

Where are my braces, where my belt

My scarlet waistcoat made of felt

And suede and linen, also bark

I wear it walking in the park

But it is lost and so am I

And so farewell and so goodbye

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