Some people wear pyjamas, when they choose to lounge around;
usually beside a bed, you’ll see them on the ground.
Others wear tracksuit pants, which can be fleece and thick;
these can make you sweat a lot, and in turn, make you sick.

Commando is another choice, for sleepers of an age,
and apparently very popular with youngsters, all the rage!

I’ve been shopping out some mornings, when I’ve some time to kill,
and sometimes can’t believe my eyes, pyjamas at the till.
People must roll out of bed, stroll to the shop and buy their bread,
if I did that, I’d be killed stone dead, for simply being lazy.

When I was young I always thought pyjamas were silk or cotton;
mine felt like a scratchy wool, a sense I’ve not forgotten.
I like the warmth of cotton, and the coolness too, of silk,
but I really dread the woollens, and the coarseness of their ilk.
They were bearable in winter, but torture in hotter weather,
an encouragement for teenage years, to be in the altogether.

Pyjamas can be striped or plain, or artistic with design,
boys wore blue, and girls wore pink, but mine were a purple wine.
Hand-me-downs, I do believe, but I’m the eldest boy by chance,
No one older, for hand-me-downs, except one of my aunts!

If ever I was sick in bed, the pyjamas were always on,
in case of a doctor’s visit, or at least until he’d gone.
The other times I wore them, was when in a visitation,
to hospital, or away from home, no embarrassing situation.

Now I’m that bit older, I might visit the Bahamas,
where they lounge around in Bermuda shorts,
with no need for pyjamas.

Breno©
Brendan Martin