Bleeding Madras
A fad when I was younger
Was a bleeding madras shirt.
The colors, after washing it,
Would somehow then convert.
If often had a vibrant plaid
To start with, but when wet,
The dyes would start to run;
You’d never know what you would get.
Of course, you had to hand-wash
For if tossed in a machine,
The other clothes would color-change
While they were getting clean.
As crazes go, it didn’t last
Too long and I would guess,
Not many liked to hand-wash
And the sink was left a mess!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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