Poetry The Adventures of Fatherman

Dear kids, stop calling my shorts “a bathing suit”

A poem in free verse.

Dear kids,
Stop calling my shorts
“A bathing suit.”

As I have stated on numerous occasions
These are hybrid shorts

I can wade through a river
Then, following a quick dry
Due to their fast-drying material,

Wear my hybrid shorts
Out for a night on the town.
Granted, everything is closed

But you get the point.
And the point is:
Stop calling my shorts
A bathing suit.

They are dual-purpose.
And yeah, sure, they do have a drawstring
And are camo, but hey, whatever.

I do what I want.