My left lapel's askew--
It's out of line.

A shoulder shift is what I'll do. . .
Get it righted--
Get the left righted.

You know, I'm right-handed;
With that one I'll pound
On out-of-whack padding
Until the unslacked farbric's brought down
And the lapel's not skewed
And back in line. . .
Look fine.

It's askew;
I look louche,
Like a douche.
What I'll do--grab it now,
Pull it from where
I just should not be.

Oops! Now my trou
Have cleared me.

I was sans belt, so you
See my behind.