The new line

A hem swayed or pinched,
Double stitched, a button hole as such.
Manicured dark blue on blue,
An arms worth voyage, viewed by my
Old twelve time eye piece.

The machine set and sings a melody,
Faster the speed, shown by seconds.
The magic, quicker than the hand, and
Set you’re stop to strand less seam,
Features as such; a mannequin smiles.

Clothes designed by, the last to say,
Will the season stripe it,
Will the aroma people really buy it,
Will the cat people walk it,
The missing line is placed right here.

©2007, Ron Globe