Ode to my Sweatpants

Oh dear Sweatpants
How glorious is thy comfort,
Thy sweet smell of cotton polyester
Will forever linger in the depths of my nostrils.
Fromst the dawning of the sun,
Till the rising of the moon
I shall dwell in thy 'er flowing fabric.
The warmth thou dost provide is as none other.
Only a mother's hug can I compare to the peace you give.
The elastic of your waist permits for the
Expansion and compression of mine own.
Oh, how I shall miss thee my lovely Sweatpants,
Only the curry, mustard, and oil
Stains shall profess of my love,
And the chocolate on the back-side
Shall speak of the midnight treasures we be-took.
I shall remember how you slid down my waist
Till you sat comfortably on my hips,
But nay, never to go further,
Lest you reveal those curves you hide so well.
How glorious was our time together
And never shall I forget the
Comfort and unshapely silhouette you gave in return
For my love.