Tie Dye
When the tie dyes break out.
I try not to shout.
T-shirts, all my size.
How they turn out is a surprise.
Out in the yard.
Making a mess isn’t hard.
All sorts of splatter.
Patterns and colors that matter.
In the washing machine.
Awaits a treasure to be seen.
With hands still stained.
Fun patterns causing my eyes to be strained.
The brightness came out well.
Trying it on is swell.
The tie dye is all used.
But money in my account is ready to be abused.
To start the process again.
I will make shirts as gifts so we all win!
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