If you’re following my twitter stream, you’ll have seen the message sent this afternoon:
As loose change falls through pocket holes, down my trouser leg into my boots, I remember why I stopped wearing these jeans.
It was already a bit of a job to truncate the facts enough to fit them into a text message that sounded quirky but communicated all the facts. These are old jeans. A laundry mis-management event means they’re the only trousers currently available. I’d stopped wearing them for a reason, but couldn’t really remember what it was until halfway through my day when a really odd sensation of coins trickling down my leg and ending up jangling in my shoes reminded me of the holes in my pockets.
My first attempt…
Coins falling down trouser leg
Landing in my boot.
That’s why I stopped wearing them.
… I misremembered the syllable pattern and did 7-5-7 instead of 5-7-5.
Coins fall down my leg
From holes in my pockets. That’s
Why I benched these jeans.
Hmmm. It doesn’t have the boot-jangling sense and “benched” is uncomfortably and uncharacteristically close to sport for me. Perhaps Dogwood can manage better.