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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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Arithmetic Mean: 6.4444447
Weighted score: 5.7222223
Overall Rank: 1884
Posted: September 11, 2003 7:40 AM PDT; Last modified: September 11, 2003 7:40 AM PDT
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I always respect your opinions Nicholas.
Also being half welsh (Pontyclon) I urge all Finnish people on poemranker to politely leave this site.