A pencil skirt is  ambiguous to wear,
If you look good,  then men’s eyes wander where?
And if obese then love handles  distract
With critical review  folk’s eyes are stacked.

An elastic waist is frowned on though it’s kind.
And frees one from  the body to the  mind.
Trousers too have perils of their own,
When buttocks are like  oranges  not  bones

A maxi dress may  be a perfect choice
If you’re  rich and  drive a  big Rolls Royce.
But if on public transport you must move
Take care, the hem may catch in some stray groove.

Isadora Duncan wore long  scarves and  wraps
And so by accident,  her death was mapped
I guess you might  as well wear   apple  peel.
For if you’re stout, it grants a strange appeal.

But if your friends and neighbours   ever moan
Wear a trench-coat  of the colour stone
For if  it   rains you will be well prepared;
And if the sun  shines, you  can soon be bared.

 

Against

sadness:

no-one here can weep
Nor lounge about in melancholy
Was Van Gogh senseless to permit his muse.
For his masterpieces ,was the price too steep?
We see the yellow chair but not his views
Nor his mind where technique made such leaps.
Nor was his journey broadcast on the news.
Against sadness.

Happiness or joy is hard to find
When we rest, the News preys on our minds
Yet some are cold towards the slaughtered priest
His nose a beak of bone in old face lined
Now Muslims go to Mass and join Christ’s feast
Against sadness.

What rages in the mind make men kill thus?
In many wars the innocents fare worse.
But these are our near neighbours so we weep
And wonder how to end the frightening curse
The sins we once committed hold us deep
We hold our hands out wanting to be nursed
Against sadness