Everywhere she looked,
The design drove her crazy

Paisley this and paisley that,
Why, even on a daisy!

She had to figure out,
How to block it from her mind

Of course, she could toss it,
But that would be unkind

She knew he loved his paisley,
Though she didn’t, not a smidgeon

Enough was enough already,
These things had come unbidden

So gathering them together,
Took them to Good Will

But the folks all knew
Those things belonged to Bill

Back home she took them,
Seems it didn’t go as planned

Fell asleep, woke up the next day,
To discover on her hand

The design she abhorred, painted,
All the way up her arm

She yelled for him so loudly,
She set off the alarm!

Waiting for an explanation,
He looked at her, rather plainly

You were the only thing left,
That wasn’t partly paisley

March Writing Prompts – Partly paisley – Day 29/31

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