A million miles from Vogue
Distrust, wrote Thoreau, any enterprise
that (pause for thought) requires new clothes. How true.
All mine are old, and so its no surprise
I dont get out much -- strictly entre nous
thats how I planned it. All my clothes were bought
with one eye on their gardening potential;
their thorn-proof bagginess, the mud-proof sort,
their washability is quintessential.
They wouldnt take me to a glamorous party -
d้collet้ and skin-tight arent my passion.
Not bought to sparkle with the glitterati,
and never this years must-have, latest fashion.
I look for comfort, warmth, and decency in age,
and anything that styles itself robust.
They grow much like each other, mainly beige.
Or green. But plain. Whatever. Im not fussed.
D A Prince