Being well dressed is no guarantee.
He wakes up every morning
At six thirty on the dot
Shuffles to the kitchen
Switches on the coffee pot
He showers and he shaves
Then he gets himself well dressed
All the ladies at the office
Are just bound to be impressed
With his alligator shoes
And a suit made by Armani
What he’s wearing costs a fortune
Everybody thinks he’s barmy
He reckons he’s a charmer
In his handmade silky shirt
Behind his back the ladies think
He’s such an utter berk
© John W Fenn 26-05-2009
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