Matching
I learned, real young, when getting dressed –
Make sure your clothes are matching.
To such advice, back then, not many
People were detaching.
Some colors clashed with others;
Plaids and prints would never click.
Though styles have changed, those matching rules
Are ones that seemed to stick.
Not everybody follows them –
You know those certain types
Who strut around with polka dots
Worn right along with stripes.
I’ve got to give them credit,
For if fashion rules are broken,
It means an inner voice (though strong
And clueless) must have spoken.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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