The Man in the Red Slacks

Man in the red pants

Please note that I do NOT know the Man in the Red Slacks

by cheri

One may be older, now and then,

One may be younger, come again,

You! The man in the candy-apple red slacks

On the Eighth hole.

I see you there

Enjoying life,

I see you there

And bet your wife

the one in your life

Asks you to wear those red pants

Every now and then,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Cheri

Writer, artist, cable television host, grandmother to four!
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21 Responses to The Man in the Red Slacks

  1. shoreacres says:

    Put on your red slacks, baby,
    ’cause we goin’ out tonight.
    Put on your red slacks, baby,
    ’cause we goin’ out tonight.
    Gotta wear some boxing gloves
    in case some fool might wanna fight.

  2. Sharon says:

    Red slacks and looks like a black cowboy hat! He escaped from Texas!!! Yes, to the red pants:)

  3. Lue Perrine says:

    love it 😊

  4. wkkortas says:

    Maybe one can get away with that on the golf course, but anywhere else, that’s a significant fashion faux pas.

  5. Chris says:

    Love the red pants, bet he wears them for love and to make a statement. He’s saying to the world, “I’m done with three piece suits and drab colors.”

  6. Cheri says:

    For sure he wears them to “make a statement.” And yes, that is probably exactly what he is saying.
    Do we know him?

  7. Carol McCann says:

    It was great that the bulls from your previous blog were NOT in the same neighborhood as the” man in the red pants.” OLAY111

  8. Richard says:

    “Donald, why d’you wear those pants?
    I told you not to,” on she rants.
    “They may’ve looked good in your youth
    But now, for sure, they’re just uncouth.

    In those days slinky red was quite a draw
    At your age there’s unwritten law
    To ban all things that veer to red
    Good job you didn’t wear your kilt instead!”

    So low he searched and he searched high
    ‘Til there he found it by and by
    Up in the attic, where his bagpipes lay.
    Then wondered what his wife would say.

    So boldly from the house he strode
    His bagpipes skirling in the road
    As in his kilt he marched about
    When suddenly he heard a shout:

    Donald, where’s your trousers!

  9. Cheri says:

    Talk about witty, hilarious, and creative???? Richard, my readers await your comments. I realize this puts pressure on you which you do not need. I’ve always been attracted to men in red kilts.

  10. Cheri says:

    Oh yes, after watching and listening to this, I realize that in junior high, I wore a red plaid skirt that really was a kilt. And, one of the men in a red kilt did not appeal to me. Maybe it’s the legs I like. I’m going to watch this again. Have you ever worn a kilt?

  11. Glenys says:

    My father was Scottish, or he liked to think he was, because his ancestors were. He proudly got a tailored kilt made for me when I was 12 in a red and yellow tartan. I hated it because it was so bulky around the waist where it wrapped around. He made sure I would not grow out of it so it was long in length. I wore it a few times to please him but then when I had my first sewing machine many years later I cut it down to a mini length. It was perfect for the swinging sixties although my father never said much.

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