This poem is dedicated to my wonderful Uncle Curtis.
I love rugs in my home.
I love rugs where ever I roam.
I love rugs with lots of color,
I love rugs like no other.
I love rugs from the souk,
Rugs can cover stains of puke.
I love rugs and rugs on rugs,
The yearn to buy more (on eBay),
tugs and tugs.
I even love rugs for the hallway.
Just like my uncle, Curtis Holloway.
