Bob Gibson

Rookie (25 April 1946 / Billingham County Durham)

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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  • Fay Slimm (8/21/2009 5:28:00 AM)

    Bob - am so glad I found this gem - and I fully identify with all you penned - - those labels need a good ranting against - you gave them that and more... another masterful piece.... send it to the label manufacturers eh? - - hugs from Fay. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 19, 2008

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