Shorts and Skirts

When we met

I wore shorts

And you pinafore

But did it matter?


We walked and talked

We prayed and played

Yet we were teens

And it did not matter.


We shared your cakes

And chewed my flakes

We shared all cheerfully

And it never did matter.


We cared less about wears

But when you switched to skirts

And I was still in shorts

I guess wears began to matter.


Into your new skirt

Went your feelings and shirt

Tucked in and asphyxiated

And yes it did matter!


Now no longer bound by rules

Your shirts are out

You are through, and back

But what does it matter?



I am @tobisammyjay on Twitter.


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