This love poem to Michelle Obama's wardrobe brings a smile to my face every time...:-)
"I write this poem on matters slight
By which I mean, Inaugural Night.
My shallow values hence exposed,
But someone’s got to mention clothes.
I’ll take you back as I digress
To Iowa and that black dress.
A silver belt around her waist
Opponent’s pantsuits in disgrace.
I viewed her garb and then I knew
She won’t wear suits in royal blue.
Man-tailored jackets grow on trees,
And no more rhinestone flag pins, please.
She won’t-nor will her dazzling girls-
Be seen in Barbara’s two-strand pearls."
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