Story-a-day - Day Twenty Two

This post is part of a series of short stories.

Day Twenty Two

There once was a shirt who lay on a stack

He wished he was green or yellow or black

But he lay there just waiting, he knew that he knew

That his boy liked orange 'bout as much as the flu

Still, he straightened himself and he stuck out his chest

Hoping somehow to stand out among all the rest

But his boy came and went, after taking a green

Even though it was stained, and he was all clean.

So what could he think? When day after day

His boy would choose others to go out and play

So the next day he said I am not going to hope

I am not going to look like a fool or a dope

So he lay back and put his sleeves under his collar

(If you guess what happens I’ll give you a dollar)

And he took a deep breath, exhaled, closed his eyes

Then his boy grabbed him out, much to his great surprise

And he held him out straight, and what did he say?

With a smile in his eyes, he said It’s picture day!