Ode to Wyatts pants

Dear Wyatt's pants,

Why oh why do you not last,

Is if from the running around,

or maybe the wrestling,

Oh maybe its from all of the falling down.

Why won't you last,

3months is not long enough,

Do you like him getting a cool breeze now and then,

Or maybe its the feel of looking cool, that you like

But you don't stop there do you, you continue to rip and tear

now i find you in the rear end,

Did your mother not teach you to be modest

So now your worn down,
But Wyatt still loves you and cares for you,

There is no way of even making you into shorts,

So when its nice and hot,

We will fold you up and place you nicely in the trash,

And bid you farewell.

Good by Wyatt's pants, and good riddance.