Merril, at dverse poets, has asked us to write a poem about 'fashion', in some form or other. I have always been a wearer of denim jeans, even now in my 70's! Over the decades I've worn denim shorts, dresses, jeans, skirts and jackets, loving every minute of wearing denim. However, I have not been game to wear 'ripped/shredded' jeans, as I think that they would look ridiculous on me! But hey, never say never!
My contribution to today's prompt is a simple limerick:
There once was a girl named Jean
who liked to wear clothes that were clean;
yet rips at the knees,
to let in the breeze,
exposed her bare skin to be seen.
Here's the link to dverse: Fashionable Poetry
Ripped clothes is just the strangest fashion...
ReplyDeleteI agree, Bjorn!
DeleteYour fashion limerick made me smile, Carol.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it Kim! Now and again I get my limerick on! :D
DeleteVery cute! I've never understood the ripped jeans fashion.
ReplyDeleteMe neither, Merril. Thanks for the great prompt!
DeleteI was brave (or silly) to buy some with the tiniest rips but not in the knees. That is just a giant hole waiting to happen.
ReplyDeleteYou go girl! :D
DeleteIt is a strange fashion. Who wants to buy damaged clothes? Evidently a lot of people!
ReplyDeleteEspecially the young teens seem to love the ripped jeans. :D
DeleteAha! Classical....lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks! :D
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