I dress
I confess
Like I belong to a sect
But I don’t
And I won’t
Go down that channel
I inject
Humour no less
As a treat
To this tale
To traverse
The torrid
Turmoil
Of the world
Out there.
Draw a line in the sand
Check
And align
With what’s best
Well, what’s funky
And most surreal.
That’s how I deal
With most of what’s real
And the mess
Of the way how I dress
Tom
Very clever, dappy dresser Tom !
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Thank you, Raili… although dappy isn’t a word I’d use! 😀
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I looked the alliteration 🙂
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I thought so 🙂 but dappy to me sounds smart and casual and well turned out. Me? I always look as though I’ve missed a buttonhole! 😀 Hehehe!
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You too? I’m in good company then 🙂
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You do stress how you dress causes distress – but I digress!
Well done!
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Thanks, Col. You put it more succinctly than I! 😀
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Good poem Tom! 🙂
I do not dress to impress, so I conceal my success!!! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Yes, Prenin, that’s a good way of looking at it. I seem to dress to hide my Quasimodo side, but it doesn’t work very well! 😀 😀
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