Quality Quit

Preparing for a trip I’d take,

I chose a little browsing break.

A favorite shop

Caused me to stop,

But what I saw did make me quake.

No tempting did new styles provide;

They left no choices to decide,

As crooked stitch

And cheap cloth itch

Sent me off fully mystified.

Seems quality has hit the bricks,

As flimsy fashions fill the mix.

In shock and awe,

I quickly saw –

My closet has far better picks.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Letty Lynton, 1932

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Balancing the Books

If syllables were billable

And rhyme were punched in time,

Then poets would fill every phrase

With words to bring chips’ chime.

We’d mark the meter, count the clock,

And measure every sign.

Alas, the metaphor dissolves

Upon the bottom line.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Suspicion, 1941

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