Trinny And Susannah Poem by Clum Hare

Your shirt says a lot about you.
You must
Hate it surely?
'Yes I guess I must hate it mustn't I'

Heels for hooves
and sharp suited tongues, shred me.

Hideous Susannah, hideous! But there's hope for him yet, its out with the old and in with the new.
Why would you dress like that in the first place anyway?
Bin it.
Bin it

Pinstripes slice them
And me

Darling, clothes are a reflection of the inner you. And these make you look like a chav, don't they? Tres chavvy.

By now they have known me all my life

I know we are brutal but honesty is the best policy. We wouldn't patronise you by
lying
would we Trinny?

When they've gone, I rescue the shirt.