Checkered
A pattern like a checkerboard
Is one that I adore,
On clothing, bedding, even rugs
Or tiles upon a floor.
Though stripes and dots and plaid are nice,
I’m partial to the squares,
Especially in black and white;
Not one design compares.
Those little boxes neatly wrought
To me are unsurpassed,
Except, of course, for someone
Who must hide a checkered past.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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