My Tee-Shirt
This tee-shirt of mine,
Is just mighty fine.
Even though it’s old and tatty,
It don’t make me look so fatty.
All the stains could tell a tale,
But it is clean and does not smell.
It is my leisure wear,
I could wear it every where.
But, home is where it stay;
To never be thrown away.
It has lasted this long,
Have never done me wrong;
Oh so soft and comfy.
My favorite tee,
I love you dearly.
This, I have stated clearly.
~Leona M. Mars~
This poem is for my three sons. They seem to wear a t-shirt until it is no longer wearable. It is faded, stained, and filled with holes. I am just glad that they take the time to wash it.
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