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.