Garbled style for awhile

Garbled style for awhile

(When fashion’s vault leads to default)

This wardrobe needs an overhaul.

Perhaps a field trip to the mall.

Well, here’s the gist.

My kids insist.

They’re calling in a wrecking ball.

With dresses from the seventies

And other fashion felonies,

My style brings shame

Upon my frame.

It’s time for new amenities.

Say, can you see pale jeans with bells,

The stonewashed skinnies, fond farewells?

Old cuffs and pleats,

Toss those receipts.

A road trip calls where whimsy dwells.

Don’t get them started on the shoes –

The pointy toes, spike heels – bad news!

Oh, clogs, bewares!

How many pairs,

All suffering from overuse?

My jungle – cluttered, hackneyed, spent –

Brings me to radical repent:

No wild fads,

Just classic adds.

To window-shop won’t reinvent.

I shudder still with coins in hand.

If I had bills, I’d hold them fanned.

I do declare,

With pockets bare,

Such outings may be less than planned.

A change in vogue does me confound.

What if old fads come back around?

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

ABC Wednesday: “J” or “jungle”

Daily Prompt: “radical”

Meme Express: “road trip”

Simply Snickers: “window,” “wild,” and “whimsy”

Image/s:

Vintage/public domain image.

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