Fashion Sense – A poem I just wrote while getting dressed for work. :-)

You may think me immature
for speaking so,
but why should we wear
these clothes?

A shirt and tie
from years gone by.
What use, what purpose
do they serve?

Something once, I suppose.
Now listen, forgive my nerve
but I must propose!
It's time now to undress,

no need to be suppressed.
Shed these archaic articles.
Set free our-self,
wearing nothing should be the new fashion sense.

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16 thoughts on “Fashion Sense – A poem I just wrote while getting dressed for work. :-)”

  1. Not for me the tight embrace,
    unyielding suits, false marks of grace
    nor yet the stifling, grasping hold
    of fashions when in one's youth were old.

    Not for me the tailor's chalk,
    The cloth, the weave, the mindless talk
    of benefits the work may bring
    or other worthless, weary thing.

    No, for me the gentle caress of air
    The tender, tousled, tussled hair
    of one who feels the Joys of Spring
    The sheer delight that bluebells bring

    The bliss, the thrill, of air on skin
    the happiness and peace within
    And in this list, I must include
    The simple joy of being nude

    Howard Anderson, 2010

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