Glad Rags Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I like my clothes dirt cheap
Squeezing the last threads
Out of cast offs,
Walking in dead men's shoes

It's a feather in my cap
The clothes don't care
They're anyone's for the taking

I'm a sheep
In other sheep's clothing

Who gives a fig leaf for cost?
Clothes don't die,
They only wear away

My glad rags are the cat's pyjamas
I've got no time
For the fur coat and no knickers brigade
You know the type
All mouth and no trousers
Always got a bee in their bonnet about something

I wear my heart upon my sleeve
I'm no fashion victim
I handle life with kid gloves
I buckle down
Best bib and tucker
I'm cannie
Always wear belt and braces

Look at you in your glad rags,
My family tell me
I say, If the shoe fits, wear it.
But keep that under your hat

When I pop my clogs
Put on my wooden overcoat
My glad rags will pass on
To another wearer