To See Her Stripes

Saw striped clothing at shop today.

I found myself thinking of you.

How you would fit.

How good you would look in it.

How if I were a stripey being

I might have a chance at ya, girl.

But horizontal stripes

accentuate

my fatness.

I would

be

the largest

striped

being

you ever did see, Modern Lovely.

And that's a set of stripes

you wouldn't want to wear, girl.

Too large to fit.

Devoured by the slump of it.

Now to think of it,

thank the heavens I am

not

a striped being.

For if I were something

you adore

yet still something you

would ignore,

my stripes would break

and dashes

you would see of me.

Fat, ugly dashes

of

detestable make.

Left hip crippled.

Poor, walang silbi.

Dashes most certain

you would further ignore.

Nay,

abhor.

Perhaps better to be

just me then?

And to simply

just simply

see

stripes at shop today.

And think good of you.

And how you would fit.

And how good you would look in it.

And to simply see,

just see

your stripes, oh Modern Lovely.