Tastefully Turned Out Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

I glitter at my husband’s side.
His clothes are chosen carefully
to be a perfect foil for me.
To display all my finery.

My husband show his quiet pride
his delight in escorting me.
To let the other people see
that we are dressed impeccably.

We make it obvious that we have tried
despite our age to show that we.
Still retain the expectancy
we’ll be treated respectfully.

It’s up to us and we decide
A discreet choice of jewellery
will show our credibility
When we are dining publicly

14-Feb-08