This Poem was posted 17th February, I thought I would quickly rush into Next and buy something. I work so near Westfield Shopping centre, whenever, I am at a loose end, everyone's suggestion is to go shopping. How sexists because I am a Woman I must enjoy shopping. I find it laborious and a chore. I find the clothing unimaginative, expensive and often of poor quality ( My father was a tailor ) so the first thing I do with any item is feel the quality of the material. For example I recently purchased a grey tweed men's jacket 100% Wool, it is fantastic, it keeps me really warm. Also paid £14 yes £14 of course it was at charity shop, I was looking for a waistcoat and I came across it. Now that's quality, that's a bargain and its for a good cause.
My daughter begrudgingly agreed it was nice although she thought I should Gok Wan it!? Yes add a large belt!?
# 16 A Failure
I feel such a failure
The girl in the next cubicle announced
I knew what she meant
She had tried on several items
Nothing fit right
Some were too big others were too tight
I was having a similar problem
I wanted to shout out
This blouse fits perfectly
But this deceit will have to stop
As this number is wrong
This is not my size
I haven’t come here, to be subjected to these lies
Where is the manager?
I would let him know
That his sizes are wrong
Whoever is writing out these labels
Immediately they will have to go
This cannot enter my home
With its lying tag
So I put the things back on the shelf
My father was a taylor
How difficult can it be?
I am sure I can whip up something myself
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