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Poetry and Nonsense Verse, Bulletin Board Postings

Nothing To Wear

I’ve got simply nothing to wear,
Apart from plenty of underwear,
     And shirts galore,
     And hats by the score,
And dozens of T-shirts from Bangalore.

I’ve trousers in every colour and size,
     And shoes that fit like apple pies;
But I’d swap my boots,
     And all my suits.
For a couple of airworthy parachutes.

I’ve got simply nothing to wear,
Apart from accessories for my hair,
Like headbands and scarves,
     And all kinds of rigs,
Which match to perfection my various wigs.

I’ve bumper jumpers that encompass
     Frames of every size and shape;
And some things unidentified:
     Is it a vest or is it a cape?

I’ve goggles and woggles that make the mind boggle,
     And shoes in blues that make the news.
I’ve socks in a box, the size of an ox,
     And things with rings made out of string,
     And cotton, velvet, silk and wool,
My cupboard is completely full...

But I’ve got simply nothing to wear,
     And nothing to wear for me...
Means I’ll have to watch the fashion parade
     At home, on my TV.

This Is The Verse