The Garment - Poem by Bob Gibson
I've seen them serrated they cut like a knife
Made of plastic, they're the bain of my life!
They're indestructible, and fitted with care
That bloody label, that says wash and wear
Every new garment no matter how frail
They attach a label which feels like a nail
I suppose its designed to make you aware
Of its maker's name and how to take care
It takes the strength of 'Garth' to tear it off
The back of my neck is feeling rough
I've wrestled with them and ripped the shirt
But the indestructible label remains unhurt
I want some jeans made of this
Honestly! I'm not taking the piss!
They will last forever and be wrinkle free
A garment for eternity
They'll never shrink or fall apart
The right material from the start
There's just one thing that would make life hell!
From what would they make that bloody label?
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