Ok, I realise this one needs editing, but I wanted to put it up now, so, yeah... anyway, If anyone wants to review with a suggestion for another poem, I'll do the one I like best ( If I get that many) :)

The Merits of Low slung Jeans:

It's all the fashion,

They're all the rage.

Gotta conform

If you wanna look sage.

You get some looks,

But what does it matter?

Between geek and cool,

I pick the latter.

'Cause they're falling off,

It's hard to walk:

You have to swagger,

Talk the Talk.

Tryin' to be cool?

This is the key,

Can't be hip

Without jeans like me.

Jeans may be gangster,

They may be cool,

But for practical reasons,

DUNGAREES RULE!