At point of sale it isn't clear,
If you'll be the one that I hold dear.
Love that we forged through wear and time,
I do not see your stains and grime.
To others you are just a rag,
Over sized, once worn by dad.
When I wear you I can feel him near,
Protection from all that I fear.
We've been though so much, just you and me,
Like Garth's undies, you're a part of me.
Images from the epic film Wayne's World.
Party time. Excellent 🎸🎶
One day remaining for this contest.
You still have time!
But so far this little rhyme is uncontested.
Come-on poets!
You and do it!
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