Your shirt says a lot about you. <br />You must <br />Hate it surely? <br />'Yes I guess I must hate it mustn't I' <br /> <br />Heels for hooves <br />and sharp suited tongues, shred me. <br /> <br />Hideous Susannah, hideous! But there's hope for him yet, its out with the old and in with the new. <br />Why would you dress like that in the first place anyway? <br />Bin it. <br />Bin it <br /> <br />Pinstripes slice them <br />And me <br /> <br />Darling, clothes are a reflection of the inner you. And these make you look like a chav, don't they? Tres chavvy. <br /> <br />By now they have known me all my life <br /> <br />I know we are brutal but honesty is the best policy. We wouldn't patronise you by <br />lying <br />would we Trinny? <br /> <br />When they've gone, I rescue the shirt.<br /><br />Clum Hare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trinny-and-susannah/
