I’ve gone to the shop

With my card in my hand

I’ve bought these fine clothes

So you’ll understand

What a fine, what a sensitive person I am.


Now the wind has blown sharp

And the clothes are all lost

Neither fashion nor pattern

Survive, not the cost

And yellow and blue lie where they were tossed.


The cavern is dark

And the water drips slow

Where are the clothes,

The things that I know?

It is time now to go.

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  1. The rhyming scheme fits well with the light tone here, well done Simon.

  2. Caddo Veil

     /  February 15, 2012

    I agree with Christy.


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