Haiku Friday #6: Fashion for the Fashionista

A flower in a book of poetry
More words from us.

Another week, more poetry. Getting bored of it yet? Tough. Our most lyrical feature is here to stay, like a great big fancy bouquet. 

As it’s summer and a lot of people want to get half naked and show off their bodies, we’ve gone for this fashion special thing.

We’re not really any good at fashion, but we’re going to ignore that in favour of lecturing you like raging narcissists.

Skinny Jeans

These jeans were made for walking.

And that’s just what they’ll do.

One of these days I’ll use boots instead, like a proper person.

Underpants

My wife has a go at me for the state of my y-fronts.

She says it sets a bad example for our infants.

Time for a divorce!

Speedos

When you’ve got a killer bod.

Speedos make you look like a God…

But also a bit of a dickwad.

Hat Wearing

The hat it rests upon my head.

Not unlike a single by Right Said Fred.

I’m too sexy for my hat.

The Scarf

When winter is amongst us.

The neck, it is vulnerable.

Move to Barbados or buy a scarf.

Jumpers

My desire was to jump very high.

I bought a jumper.

The disappointment of inadequate jumping.

High Heels

The woman, she is often quite short.

Into the sky she most go.

To the complement of destroyed ankles.

Man Bag

It is every man’s right.

To get into a really big fight.

And then put his teeth in his man bag for safe keeping.

Purse

What do you think is worse?

Falling over or forgetting your purse?

Bikini

When it comes to hitting the beach.

Make sure you haven’t been drinking bleach.

Otherwise you will screech (in skin peeling agony). 

Socks

Feet are alone unless they’re enthroned.

Feet must not deal with the feat of overcoming abandonment. 

Unless it has athlete’s foot, then that’s just gross. 

Skirts

As a woman I always wear skirts. 

Because I am aware of the local flirts. 

And when they pester me I punch them in the bloody jaw!

Man Feet

As a shoe, I have to put up with this.

Good God, it makes me yearn for bliss.

Instead I stare at verucas. 

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