Short and khaki-ish (although
Both terms are relative, I know),
My Taco Pants (cap T, cap P)
Don’t really look that good on me.
That’s not their purpose, though. I wear
My Taco Pants because I care
Much more about what I ingest
On Tuesdays than the way I’m dressed.
If cabbage, over-salsified,
Should fall, it doesn’t stain my pride
The way it would if Taco Pants
Weren’t there to let me take that chance.
Our leader, once again, is right:
We’re Taco Pants, not Fish, tonight
(Though since it’s Tuesday, in PB
Fish tacos sell for almost free).
Berets are de rigueur in France;
Pacific Beach has Taco Pants.