Old Plaid Shirt Makes a Run For It

Old red plaid shirt blew off the line with ease. One July day with a gentle breeze, Farmer’s wife came out to peek into old deep freeze. She was now standing in meat up to her knees. Old farmer came out and asked with “please”… Can you find my shirt up in the trees? The wife stopped smiling. There were no tee-hees. She began to hunt for shirt in their Humvees. Farmer went inside to pay their state fair fees. Opportunity to upgrade tickets, he did seize. He loved the Iowa state fair in all degrees. Wife asked everyone with heartfelt pleas, “Have you seen a red plaid shirt taken by a breeze?” A few neighbors did aptly tease. Saw it go north, said old Mr. McFees. I am sure it is in Belize, another decrees. One thing for sure, that plaid shirt was gone in the breeze….