Recently, whilst traveling via aero-plane, my brother wrote something like 12 haikus to cure his boredom. One of them, On Sartorial Decline, particularly struck a cord with me, as I felt it was a personal attack on a pair of sweatpants I inherited (ironically from my brother) that are admittedly falling to pieces. Below is the transcript of the haiku-off that took place in defense of my gloriously ugly Notre Dame sweatpants:
Naysan:
On Sartorial Decline:
Jihad on zippers
Stretchy sweatpants of lost hope
Your comfort? My eyes!
Nava:
On the Rise of Reason:
Pants of injustice
Eyes? To see inner beauty?
I ask: Can I live?
Naysan:
Ah, inner beauty.
It may be like a diamondÂ
But still needs a ring.
Nava:
a ring of diamonds?
allow freedom’s ring instead
at least that will last
Naysan:
See your elastic.
Freedom frayed, and pants sagging.
Notre Dame would weep.
Nava:
hunch back and take note
you now have a new haven
notre dame: take pride
