A poem I wrote in March of this year:
I told my boys this morning
that my outfit was very stylish:
a red button-down, under a black suit
a blue and black striped tie,
all pulled together, I told them
by a pair of peacock socks
with all the same colors.
My son looked in in the eye,
a hand on my arm and,
like an adult indulging a child, he said
"Your outfit looks great dad."
I told my boys this morning
that my outfit was very stylish:
a red button-down, under a black suit
a blue and black striped tie,
all pulled together, I told them
by a pair of peacock socks
with all the same colors.
My son looked in in the eye,
a hand on my arm and,
like an adult indulging a child, he said
"Your outfit looks great dad."
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