The Purple T

so much depends
upon

a purple t
shirt

trimmed with gold
writing

piling up the green
dollars

So there!  I have ALWAYS hated "The Red Wheelbarrow,"
and now I have destroyed it forever!!!

BWWAAHAHAHA!

Ahem.

The Barefaced Cheek

Blessings on us, teaching folk,
T-shirted ones, with hearts of oak!
With our gay-wrought upper garb,
The looks of which ne'er* draw a barb;  
      (I've always wanted to use "ne'er"!)

With our purple shirts, more purple still
When graced by gold; they're such a thrill;
And with the sunshine on our faces,
We know that we are going places.

Blessings on thee — the fine, the strong —
'Twas once I who wrote no wrong!