I return from my hiatus a day earlier than planned to participate in Wear the Shnorts Day, hosted by Musings From Neville’s Navel. The goal of this wondrous festival is to replace the word “shorts” with “shnorts,” because the latter is clearly more entertaining than the former. In order to celebrate WTS Day, we participants have been asked to post a picture of ourselves wearing our favorite pair of shnorts.
You have no idea how much I went through to get that one webcam shot. My shnorts are still askew and my head is semi-effectively cut off. (Fandom secret: I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to show my face or not, so I went for somewhere in the middle.) Oh well.
Now, here is a brief poem about shnorts that I am composing on the spot.
When the weather gets hot and pants are too long
And for many of us capris seem wrong
Whether you’re going out or lying low
Shnorts are the only way to go.
It doesn’t matter what type they are
Even if they’re micro or go down pretty far
Shnorts are sure to serve you well
Who could say that they aren’t swell?