FASHION GONE BONKERS

Oh! Ehat has happened
to fashions?
They're certainly not
bespoke.
They get sillier by the
season
Surely someone's having
a joke!

What with hems up to
the armpits
And boobs all on display,
And tattered jeans with
holes in,
What more is there to 
say?

The models are so stick
thin
With faces looking glum,
They look so under-
nourished
Like they dare not eat
a crumb.

Just to be in photoshoots
They look so pale and
sallow,
They have to stand in 
one place twice
Just to make a shadow.

What with false hair,
nails and lashes,
Perhaps we shouldn't be
so scorning,
But it makes you wonder,
really,
What they look like in
the morning.

And what on Earth is 
on their feet?
Be it bovver boots or
sandals,
Were they designed in
playschool?
Or maybe the work of
vandals?

Fashion's been replaced
by trashion,
Clothes were once worn
with delight.
A real joy to be dressed
in
Now they mostly look
a fright!

So it's time designers
got together
And never mind the price
'Cos all the ladies really
want
Are clothes that are
just - nice.

THE END

BY
DARRYL ASHTON