Kitted Out

My shoes are all pointy.

My jacket’s lime green.

I’ve a pink feather boa.

I’m really not keen


on my baggy beige trousers.

My tartan tank top 

leaves me feeling uneasy.

I wish I could swap


my rotating bow tie 

for judicious attire. 

My neon blue muumuu

is fit for the fire. 


My cap has a feather.

My cummerbund’s zany.

I know I sound grumpy

and somewhat complainy 


but clothes so atrocious

should not be the norm – 

I’m truly fed up with

my school’s uniform.

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