There once was a man in a vest
Matching tie, matching son — it’s the best!
Or is it? he thought
Matchy-matchy, or not?
[can you finish my limerick for me?]
I went through a matchy-matchy phase with my kids. Here’s proof:
They’re pretty cute, I’ll admit.
But in the end, I think I value individuality more.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Matching is nice sometimes and those vests are sweet. My mother used to match up my sister and me sometimes. I don’t remember minding.