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Style (Sonnet) by Nicholas Jones
Ill fitting shirt, belt slipping from the waist
Odd socks, and one is inside out
This is what comes of getting drressed in haste,
Iâm sure that passers-by will want to shout:
"Avoid that man! He dresses like a tramp,
The buttons on his shirt are all done wrong!"
Then I will reply to them, beneath a lamp
Throwing its light on what I have got on:
"I am annoyed the writers of the press
Pollute their pages with dull fashion dross,
I dress just how I like, and wish to stress
I follow no-one else and have no boss.
You waste your time to tell me what to do -
I like my trousers to be stained with glue"
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