The Square
I love how it’s symmetrical,
Each side a perfect match.
In former days, when jeans were ripped,
It made the perfect patch.
To call someone a square, though,
Was insulting, but a deal
That’s square was something good, just like
Receiving a square meal.
We square away our debts;
A square dance can be lots of fun.
I could go on forever or
Go back to (pause)…square one!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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