PEPPERMINT SHIRT

PEPPERMINT SHIRT

Don’t I look quite fetching,
In my peppermint pink shirt?

A most becoming candy cane,
I proudly prance the earth.

I know that it’s a little loud,
Perhaps a smidgeon bright.
And yet my shirt of peppermint
Perpetually delights.

My dashing shirt is all the rage
Throughout this fashion town.
It wraps me in its sweet embrace
When I am feeling down.

Ode to the colors running,
Ode to the hues of pink and rose,
Ode to the sight so stunning
Of me in such perfect clothes.

Ode to the folks who remark on it
With praises most sincere.
Who want to touch and fondle it,
Who greet it with such cheer.

Don’t I look just fabulous in my shirt of peppermint?
And my pants a solid hue of black,
A stunning complement.

I know that it’s a little wild
To wear a shirt that glows.
But free will is my birthright,
And it’s the shirt I chose.

I wear it on my saddest days,
The results are always stellar.
When wearing such a joyful shirt,
I scarce need an umbrella.

Don’t I look the fashion plate,
In my peppermint pink shirt?

A most becoming candy cane,
I proudly prance the earth.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2007
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