Attire

 

If I were a sock in a drawer
I’d never want anything more
Safe where I was put
and not on a foot
and not smell like I did once before.

 

If I were a shirt on a rack
and not on somebody’s back
I’d not be a mess
I’d look nice and well pressed
No buttons would I ever lack.

 

If I were a crease in your pants
Your look I would surely enhance
I’d stay till you sat -
then that would be that -
and I’d leave right after the dance.

 

Should I be the hat on your head
I’d hear everything that you said
I’d go where you walked -
and know when you talked -
and read everything that you read.

 

But if I were the belt round your waist
I’d feel everything you did taste -
hold tight when you ran -
and slightly expand -
add notches, you know, just in case.