An Ode To Good Underwear

There was once a time, not so long ago,

Before one would sit, and the earth would hear their scream,

The young would never truly know,

How important to others some things might seem,

For them, things have not begun to change,

And all good things they think will always be the same,

Even old cowboys headed out to the range,

Begin to fear the effects when they hear gravity's name,

What value is there in the quality of such things,

Supportive underwear is worth a bar of gold,

For no man wants to sit on his balls and ding ding,

So replace them old shorts when the start to get old.