Clothes

a poem by Ash sarge, USA

They're kinda old,
They're getting holes,
But, they fit me perfectly,
I love my jeans.
My T-shirt,
And my flannel,
Don't know how old,
Still, I love them both.
My socks,
They always rock,
My shoes will have to retire,
While I wear my boots..
I'd like to wear dresses,
But, they are not my style,,
My childhood,
Was ruined by them,
For awhile..
Mommy said Jesus,
Didn't like girls wearing pants,
Sigh....
So, I love my jeans,
They fit me perfectly,
Nylons itch like crazy!
In my home,I wear what I want,
And Buddha....
Gives me the thumbs up.

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