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National Button Day

Yesterday was Button Day; I somehow let it slip Or maybe I just chose instead To button up my lip. Begun in 1938, This date was set aside To celebrate the crafters Who keep notions stores supplied. For think about your buttons – Not those round ones, white and plain But the myriad varieties That sewing sites contain. There are endless shapes and colors And materials as well, Most with little holes for threading – Look real close and you can tell. Why, the perfect style of button Can improve a garment’s looks And as fasteners, they’re easier Than zippers, snaps or hooks. Just don’t push somebody’s buttons, Even one who’s button cute For on Button Day (or one day late) We owe them a salute.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 11/18/2020 5:44:00 PM
My favorite button was a pro-JFK button that read: "We Can't Stand Pat!" (Nixon's wife's name, of course)... Now I know that your poem was about 'actual' buttons, but I thought it would be about Presidential buttons, and I had this comment all ready, you see, and... I am now telling my big mouth to shut up! :)
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Date: 11/18/2020 12:08:00 PM
cute as a button, ilene! This reminds me i need to start losing some weight so my buttons will stop popping off ~ john
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Date: 11/18/2020 10:53:00 AM
This is one PoetrySoup - and crafters - should publish! Perhaps Biden will appoint you Poet Laureate? Aloha! Rico
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Date: 11/18/2020 8:28:00 AM
- I love old buttons ... they are like jewels ... to push somebody's buttons ... is another thing :) - Lovely poem, Ilene :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 11/17/2020 3:51:00 PM
Cute one, Ilene, enjoyed reading. My buttons don't seem to keep close. Hugs
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Date: 11/17/2020 3:50:00 PM
what a precious poem, I used to adore mum's button box and had such memories of things they had come from especially dresses and cardigans when I was growing up. I was absolutely gutted when she gave the cantilever sewing box and contents to her cleaner without giving me a second thought .. same happened with her exercise bike but I've always been treated as second best so it didnt surprise me:-( hugs jan xx
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