There once was an old miser from Queens
In the night the old coot kept the burger joints cleaned
He was too taciturnly cheap
To pay for the slip-shod broken zipper
On his worn-out outdated jeans
He devised a spartan plan that was equal to his means
He jerry-rigged the zip-fastener with rope
Then came off to the general public
Looking the ordinary impecunious rope-a-dope
When his craggy-cratered hiney
Was exposed!
As The blue-panted thing-a-ma-jig fell!
To his knees!
The out-of-sorts senior could have never foreseen
His corny demoded affects on the current teen stylistic scene
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