Roy's Poetry: FITTING

At birth, my suit, they say, was cute
And suited me so fine
That I have worn it, night and morn,
Content that it is mine.

It always fits and never splits
No matter how I grow
And dark or light, it looks just right,
Not needing trim or bow.

With every mile, it stays in style
As fitting as can be -
It shows its wear but, with repair
'Twill last as long as me.

My friends agree that nudity
Assures them there are still
No substitutions for birthday suits
And wear them "out", we will!

Roy Schaefer