Look Like A Bandit Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I got my hair cut thinking I would look like a
German fighter pilot from the Second World
War, but in the end I look like a bandit, the
crew cut brought no boyish good looks and
left a criminal in its stead

When I tried out my new top to got with the
suit for the funeral, it was a disaster, I quickly
changed tack and tried on my grey shirt, just
right for tomorrow- what I am going to do for
the wedding, no-one can tell

The new top is not acceptable - that's for sure -
even then I shall have to wear grey lightened by
pearls - what else can I do after wasting money
on a look that just does not work? Why was I
not born in a Muslim country

To wear a burka covering everything, walking
around like a circus tent, when it is hot just a
swimsuit with it - what fun if the burka were
wet, though the venerable elders might have
killed me long before I could

Ever write a line of subversive poetry…

19 March 2013