- to my family and friends in Taiwan -
I’ve a B-flat sax that can’t play in G minor.
These size 10 shoes are size 6 in the toes.
Gee whiz, I wish they’d make things a tad bit finer;
this pair of earphones would sooner fit in my nose!
All the tags, of course, read “Made in China,”
like every item in the home of your neighbor.
Yes, this is the era in which manufacture
serendipitously rhymes with fracture.
Did we outsource nothing apart from the labor?
Did we forget to send what was crucial along?
Perhaps it would have meant too high a cost.
Whatever it is we forgot, we now have lost!
They say you can ship the singer but not the song.
Damn Nike’s! I can’t even squeeze them on!
My wife was made, not in China, but in Taiwan.
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