On Monday Bev came up to me

Looked me in the eye

"That shirt it looks alright chuck   

But what about that tie?"

 

"I'm afraid it doesn't go, chuck,

It plainly can be seen

Some colours do not match

You can't mix blue with green"

 

When it comes to colours

I admit that I am dense

I have no co-ordination

No dress or colour sense

 

What goes with stripes or circles

Squares, gingham, polka dots

Tartan, plain or wavy

To match a tie with spots.

 

I simply pick the nearest tie

Lying on the shelf

I know I can't be trusted

To even dress myself.

 

I know, I'll look to nature

She always gets it right

I'll dress up like a magpie

And come in black and white.