PERFECT  FIT

		Tattered and torn
		Weathered and worn
		Tossed on a pile
		With a pale blue smile
		Into the wash
		To be tossed
		And come out clean
		With a paler glean


		The holes all shorn
		Waiting to be worn
		The comfort is there
		For those who care
		And after a while
		There will be a bright smile
		On your face that is sheen
		Because of an old pair of jeans