Tchotchkes
Margot, at the Main Street U.S. Bank
Displays a new word every day.
Today, the word is “tchotchke”
(So difficult to say)
To write, to rhyme, to spell it
It really is a gem.
My home is full of tchotchkes
I buy them now and then
One reason I miss Aspen
Is those great yard sales galore.
I made early-morning visits,
And bought tchotchkes more and more.
A scarf, a plate, a bowl, a cup.
Anything pretty and a steal.
Something charming and elegant
To me holds great appeal.
So, thank you, Margot, for this word,
It pleases me to no end.
I’m sorry I can’t be with you,
But this poem is from a friend.
May Rose
Brooklyn, N.Y.
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