I'm not a rug but I really tie different things together. A close dodge with death. A classic applicator of color. A fuel for uncontrolled fire. A stylish swipe of a stroke.

A constructing house directive. A recognition of your definition. An assemblers obsession. A creation of connections.

I’m not a floor, I’m not a wall, I don’t play games, I don’t play ball. I’m always over everyone, Watching all the daily fun.

I’m red, white, and blue, And checkered, too. Red, green, and white Also serve to delight!

Time's grid, a paper dance of days and months, where future plans await in numbered squares, and past moments linger in inked memories.