Jane Croft Copyrights 2014 All rights Reserved
The French have chic, Italians flair,
The Spanish look quite debonair;
The Czechs and Poles do not leave home
Without recourse to brush and comb.
We British too have style in dress
Though, in our case, it’s effortless:
We love the rumpled, wear it well.
Do creases faze us? Do they hell.
Does anyone with any sense
Think missing buttons cause offence;
That rips and holes are things to hide?
We British take them in our stride,
And we’re not bothered, not a bit,
By tee-shirts sporting vulgar wit,
Nor are there any strict taboos
On flesh graffitied with tattoos.
We know that crop tops look all right
On twenty stones of cellulite,
And leggings are okay, we find,
Though strained across a broad behind,
And why would anyone with brains
Mind shorts combined with broken veins?
We never get hung up on hair:
It’s not an issue, it’s just there;
Nor do we vie for footwear style
Since trainers are so versatile,
And nor do British folk abuse
The colours other people choose.
Dynamic shades are great, we think,
And orange goes just fine with pink.
Yes, when it comes to being dressed
Our sense of style beats all the rest.