PAJAMA PANTS

When people get married they wear pajama pants
They find them in the formal wear section
With pastel stripes and plaid cargo pockets
They tuck the pants into their shoes

On their honeymoons they migrate to tall buildings
With elevator cars hung from rope
The buildings are unsafe and nearly fall over
All the gray floors look the same

When couples have babies they do it in boxes
Small wooden boxes soaked with rain
The boxes get sealed and shipped to the circus
That's where children grow up

When I get married I'm wearing a cape
The black winter sky will be glowing
Along with my bride I'll escape with a gift
The first human not born on Earth