Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Butt Bottom

He needed some extra stitches,
So on his first day as a judge,
He could wear his precious britches.
The dry cleaners felt his ired grudge.
He said they gave him the wrong pants,
Causing him awful stress indeed,
Suing them in a song and dance
That his pants bliss was guaranteed.
54 million bucks of pain,
Sob storied by him on the stand.
Thank justice, his suit was in vain.
The jerk deserves a heavy hand.

The seat of his pants ought to be
Spanked for an asshole, first degree.