Poem -

Fat Quarter

Fat Quarter under construction

Fat Quarter

Fat Quarter
I ought to..
slaughter
who thought of..
Fat Quarters.
Fabric to -
mind the quality
and not..
the width.
Give me an inch..
and a yard..
I will pinch.
I am a Fat Quarter
personified.
nothing to hide..if
it's on display in
the shop window..
it's for sale..or rent.
But don't touch
nor alter..
what you can't afford..
your cloth should be cut
to suit your garment..
Fat Quarter..
I love that word.

 

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