I suppose it’s a sign of age
to yearn for times long gone
but I really do miss those days
when shirt tails were long.
They curled around nether regions
thus keeping in the heat
and incidentally making
the waistline look more neat.
Modern shirts and hipster jeans
are constantly letting in the cold
and exposing naked flesh,
ok for the young and bold;
But the old fashioned keks
with that higher waist line
and longer shirt tails
kept the heat in just fine.
I’m fed up of builders bums,
hipsters downward ride
always letting in cold air
and chilling the backside.
I dont give a fig
for any fashion trend
if that means having
a cold rear end.
Oh my memories of long
tailled shirts are so heartfelt
but I’ll just soldier on,
my trews hoisted up by my belt.
I guess it’s just a sign of age,
this yearning for things long gone
so I’ll just gird up my loins
and try slowly to move on.
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Fashion Freak
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