I have this fear:
At a glittering occasion,
some kind of ceremony,
I am waiting in line
to be introduced to Princess Di
when I realize that I am wearing
flared trousers. Flared trousers!
There is no time to lose.
Unzipping them, I let them fall
around my ankles, then stand back
to attention. Her Royal Highness,
to her credit, makes no mention,
chats amiably, then moves on.
I pull them up. No harm done.