Alien Poem (Ode to the Paisley Bag)

Red and white, swirl here, swirl there. Paisley! 

The ‘P’ pops! Magical thing, slung over 

the shoulder. It’s like a cave, birth canal, 

carrier. Out pops a triangle! Glasses case! 

The ‘G’ gasps! Out of that something else, but 

the paisley is something special! Peek in, 

you’ll find a new planet! But close it off, you’ll 

find a secret. Who knew? Slung over shoulder, 

secret zipper, the ‘Z’ zaps! And inside, 

a collection, a cacophony, a cocoon!