Jam Pants

I have much love for supermoons
And all their moonbeam gold
Which I would wear like pantaloons...
If I were not so old.

Gold pantaloons would make the man,
If any garment could,
Since ladies couldn't help but scan
For pantaloon gold wood...

Straining all the pantaloon seams
Like man wood always does
Or like the gold in lunar beams
And light years with a buzz...

Going the distance like the streams
Of brilliance from the moon
Illuminating all the dreams...
Of garments to lampoon!