I gave away a dress today.

It was cute and feminine, but, sad to say,

It made me look pear-shaped and lumpy

And made me feel extremely grumpy.

I once kept such ill-fitting garments,

And let them fill me up with torment.

But now as I get old and wise,

I’m learning how to trust my eyes.

If they don’t look great, I let them go

And pass them on because I know

Deep down inside that they don’t flatter.

Now that they’re gone, it doesn’t matter.

Ill-fitting clothes are really crappy.

Now I’ll dress to make me happy.

So consider this verse my memorial

To past mistakes in things sartorial.