When traipsing through the great far off reaches
I past by a pointy, prickly cactus
It ripped a fine hole upon my breeches
left me confused about what attacked us

I headed north-westward to Chaos' Seat
I looked all around but to my surprise
A dreadful quandary had me quite beat
No sign at all of garments for my thighs

Delacroix Emporium to the Black Sun
I hold these shops in such immense disdain
A great absence of pants for everyone
they don't sell trousers, simple, black and plain

So if you wish to hide your legs once more
Try Eleusis, Cyrene, Hashan, Mhaldor


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Mayan, in the year 914 AF.