10-12 Snow Buys A Shirt

You were as surprised as I,
when on a lark-of-a-road trip,
painters brush dangling,
casual bristles swaying,
from your hip,  you bought,
an out-of-style-retro-trip-hip
t-shirt,
only been, worn, torn, caught-a-smile, few times,
in the candy aisle,
of a country five-and-dime,
painter's brush dangling,
bristles, casual,
from his hip,
on a pink plastic hanger,
in a candy aisle kind of road-trip...

and it fit.

Now you're wriggling,
because you can't,
for the life of you,
understand why.