A weirdly-patterned Paisley relic
Pretending to be pyschedelic
First prize at the bad taste fair
As worn by the London cast of Hair
A ghastly mess of pink and brown
An empty theme park, now closed down
An eye-assaulting heart attack
An evolutionary cul-de-sac
A jarring garment at a disco
What straight men wear in San Francisco
A vicar trying to be cool
The boy you didn’t like school
A nylon-ruffled crooning dork
Playing a wine bar outside York
A drug tourist, a week-end raver
Travelling on a super saver
A night spent in a broken lift
An inappropriate wedding gift
A losing Eurovision song
A baked product that came out wrong
A dodgy batch of LSD
A poorly-written symphony
An STD, a weeping rash
A rusty motor bought for cash
The kind of military error
That sends men to their deaths in terror
You’re slightly colour blind, I know
And you are old, but even so
Is that what you really think?
That I would wear that shade of … pink
D’ you see me as a ballad singer
A cruise ship gigolo, a swinger?
A romeo in garish swirls
A terror with the office girls?
Like something sicked up after lunch
It is recycled that’s my hunch
It’s a mistake, it has to be
Why would you give that shirt to me?
3 comments:
i agree with your loathing
but this stuff's not clothing,
its not a sack
to wear on your back:
it's a technicolor yawn
for the new age dawn
an air freshener spray
for judgement day
it's the favourite thing
that made Maria sing
or (a very long shot)
it's some sort of rorschach blot.
or, maybe, it's a Bambi barbecue,
a Bugs Bunny road kill stew,
it's a fluffy toy for sure
(could be a paedophile's lure)
Tinkerbell's magic-potion,
a Flying Pony in perpetual motion
or one of the tie-dyed sheep
that puts Barbie to sleep...
but its not elemental:
definitely sentimental,
and it's not empowering,
more like deflowering.
and tho' we don't have to wear it
we all have to grin and bear it.
Like it P. Glad you are enjoying your shirt Cath!
If I recall the shirt that you prevented me from wearing was torn and crumpled. You were right!
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