Ode to Aladdin Pants
Aladdin pants have a place in my heart.
A place of comfort and drawstring after another rice meal.
A place for bright color and looking like an Australian tourist
They air me out when sweaty
Add variation to my white-t wardrobe when bored
And make trekkin up a mountain a breeze
Aladdin wears them, and Aladdin is agile
When I wear my pants, I feel agile too
Agile enough to ride an elephant
Do you even need to be agile to ride an elephant?
No, but I wore them anyway
Aladdin pants are stylin
Maybe not in provo, but since when does that stop me
Cupcakes are stylin in provo, but you don't see me dressing like a cupcake
They are cheap, cheaper than toothpaste
Jasmine is a babe
I however am not a babe when I wear them
Too rice cheeked, frizzy haired, and makeupless to be a babe. Ever again.
But I wear them anyway.
Best. Pants. Ever.