Short Plaids Poems

Phat argyle cat so furry and fine
Your diamond plaids are right on time
In pink and gray, you may simply dine
On kibbles and bits, chased down with kittish wine....

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School has started, the plaids are walking in place
We are cheering for our football teams
Loving mustard colored gourds and pumpkins
Autumn is loving her power as we decorate...

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I paint blue people, green people, orange and red people.
I paint them in paisley, plaids, and with polka dots. 
I give them pointed ears and flashy wings.
I throw glitter on them.
Why do you paint them in these wild colors? Bigot asks me.
So you will not know which ones to love, I reply....

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colors galore
came from her magic pen
in paisleys and plaids
kaleidoscope of prints and fashions.

she was unaware
just throwing things onto a page
not seeing the magic others saw
it was the beauty of what kept her poems honest

she flavored many reader's days
And sometimes their weeks,
without ever realizing the glory of her words,
how mystical her pen was or how talented she was...

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I love to see a person clad
In skirt or sweater made of plaid.
A shirt or scarf works just as well;
No stripes or dots can parallel.

In Scotland, once, I went to see
A mammoth Tartan factory.
Each pattern has a special name
And certain ones have gained acclaim.

My closet has a wide selection,
Plaids I wear with great affection.
Wardrobes must be really Spartan
If they lack at least one Tartan!...

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The tartan plaids are passé’, the new young hip fabric designer said.
She brought out the bolts of her new fall line and I gasped with joy.
I had never seen such beauty on a plain brown background of wool.
I reached to stroke the material, loving the oranges, pinks and yellows.
This is so gorgeous! I told her. I am delighted with it! I love it; LOVE IT!
She was pleased. Shall I make you a jumper?
No thanks, I reluctantly told her. I am allergic to wool.
My fingers began turning red....

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Rudolph wanted to look prettier, so he asked his elf to help.
The elf jumped straight down from the upper toy shelf.
Did you want to wear stripes, plaids, polka dots or what?
Sounds good said Rudolph, who liked the elf’s happy thought.

Elf decorated Rudolph who looked fabulous enough to take a bow
He did not want to carry the sleigh, for he was now a wow.
Santa stroked his ego, saying they could not go without him.
So Rudolph went, but he took selfies all over, at every chimney-chim....

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