It all began in earnest when I dropped,
bent my knees and bent over backwards;
was going to win this limbo contest -
no one could stop me now,
or so I thought till my pants perforated
along the seams.
Figured they'd stay up for a while yet,
but the low hipsters inched their way down,
buckling round my knees
to my chagrin and embarrassment;
no way would I give in though
so kept moving to the beat.
No longer could I jump in time to the music;
as my jeans inched their way down my legs
I tried to hold them up, still swaying
till I tripped with a thud, fell to the floor
with my thighs bare, face beet read
and How Low Can You Go still blaring.
A contest entry
- FOR ALLPOETRY POETS : #46 : Picture & 1st Line Prompt by Lyndon.
1900 points, ended February 26, 2008, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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tragicle!
...so I'm not the only hopeless one under the limbo-stick!
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'ernest' => 'earnest'.
Yep. Some mothers do 'ave 'em!
Jeans that split; pants that rip.
Keep rockin' as if nothing's happened.
And, you do conclude marvellously.
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Ha!
...Oh my ~ is this true? Love the very appropriate song which accompanied your 'downfall'! 
Your narrative piece flows nicely, with well-chosen words to give the reader something tangible to see in the mind's eye.
Great story, and no doubt hilarious to the onlookers!
Thanks for this entry, and best of luck.
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