The Tailors Dummy

Oh, hello, sir, how do you do? Are you just browsing, would you like me to show you the fashions, we have in the store? You’re looking for something, I thought that you might, Now, what is your pleasure, would you like me to measure, from left or from right? From either, I see, oh, dear, deary me, You’re one of those, yes, it shows, Now I step back and see, the clothes that you wear, from head to your toes. I recommend the blue, sir, it’ll sit so true on your lovely broad shoulders… - oh, what would you rather do? The yellow, poor fellow, he hasn’t a clue. Or the green, are you sure? Don’t be rash. You don’t really mean to clash with the brown, you bought in town? You’d forgotten? I thought that you had, or gone mad, your brain rotted, but now I see your besotted with… No, the red, you said, was last years vogue, not to be seen in, remember those brogues? Maybe a tie pin, now these are just in, They’ll go with that tie, those shoes, and well, as long as you pay, anything you care to choose. And your socks, yes, I noticed the hole, can make one’s feet a trifle cold. Yes, of course, here we go, oh that pattern’s perfectly paisley, you’ll go far in those. Now, how will you pay? No, I’m afraid we don’t take dollars, wherever they’re from, not as strong as the pound, not even as sound, as the deutschmark. You’ve got nothing else? Well, I’m afraid you’ll put it all back on the shelves, and then you may leave, and let me see to the others who’ve gathered, to buy off my tailor’s dummies. Written March 31st, 1999 © on Nov 13 2001 05:58 AM PST, Simon Birks   0 • 14