A sequel to the previous post.
In that post I recounted how I tore my trousers, doing good deeds.
This meant that I would need to wear
suit trousers until I bought some new ones.
There were problems…
I am embarrassed to report a wardrobe malfunction,
Where checked shirt clashed with some pants with stripes
And the dissonant junction distressed a woman, well dressed.
These types prevail in cases, style based,
And I was taken to court for the crime of bad taste.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2013