I rode my saw-horse into town
Clothed only in my dressing gown
It sure was sweet to take the air
And the ladies thought me debonaire
But next time I’ll have to take more care
In choosing dapper riding wear
Because my ride it did impair
To get splinters in my derrière
Though for style it was superior
One must not only consider the exterior
For comfort is a category not inferior
Especially as regards one’s posterior
So if you ride your saw-horse into town
Wear not naught but a dressing gown
Or you will be sure to frown
When from your steed you first step down
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Poem by Jonathan Robinson (c) 2012
The rather charming vintage picture from here
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