My Poetry Suit

I do not get around so much To see my friends in brand new prose I guess I'm feeling out of touch With all the things I've seen they've sewed I like the lyrics that they wear Laced up tight or button down Upon their wrist or in their hair A sonnet with an evening gown I think a Haiku's what I need All pulled back, or cut real short With rhinestones mix with colored beads And couplets of other sorts Yes, I do not get around so much But when I do I like to dress I wear a rhyme, a song or such And hope they don't think I'm a mess