Fashionable Times
The Singer sewing machine hummed
Sets free the toil of the spinning wheel
Then the sixties ushered in the factories girls.
Outfits for every contingency
Psychedelic colours and loud designs
Now bless my soul it steals my sight
Clothes piled like works of art
Abseiling from chairs like birds in flight
Or hanging rejected
Shop mannequins on the backs of doors
Buyer’s remorse
Never worn
Along with the Botox and fake tan
A new outfit every turn round
No best kept for Sunday prayer
And the lament on an invitation out
“There’s not a stitch in the wardrobe to wear.”
And that is just the men!
God be with the days I say
When folks had fever clothes to wear
And fewer flimsy pieces of tartles to
Dance and fling themselves about
Outrageous attention-seeking scraps of underwear
As the rotary does a circle of the yard
The viewing public to entertain
GC Hill ©
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