White Pants
Donald said I was mistaken.
Said I should think twice
about my choice to wear white pants
on our western gallivant.
Roy, in truth, was a closed book.
He never liked to quibble.
But I felt fine about my look
’til I got my picture took.
Copyright 2019 – Laurie Marshall
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