LIV
When I was young and slender
High fashion I couldn't afford
So I bought my clothes from Oxfam
Before they sent them abroad.
My personal couturiers
Were all Charity shops
Who charged a pound or two for skirts
And even less for tops.
My night wear came from jumble sales
Some was almost free -
It's only worn in bed at night
So who is going to see.
My friends and I swapped clothes and hints
In those poverty stricken days.
We vied to see who could cook mince
In the most economical ways.
The years that passed were prosperous
Our nest egg, it grew bigger,
I put on weight and now alas,
I have an ample figure.
Money's no longer a problem, but
By one of life's little quirks,
My spare tyre has proved to be
The spanner in the works!
April 1988
To Velia
