Thursday, March 22, 2012

Red Pants


They are red, you can call them maroon.
They make you feel like you are walking on the moon.

The blistering sun does not make them shy.
When the rays touch them, they turn into ice.

They have magic in them, I believe.
No rythm, no beat, they make you dance automatically.

Cool, nice, sexy and so fine!
I am so happy these pretty red pants are mine.