Clothes Tree
by LOYD ROSENFIELD
WHO is this skinny girl I’ve seen
In every fashion magazine?
In every fashion magazine?
She always has the latest bangles
A-dangling from her many angles;
She stands so tall and straight and slim
She looks less like a her than him;
And be it H, V, B, or Y-line,<br-/On her they all look like the I-line;
She has the same sweet, glassy stare
In satin, mink, or underwear;
Poor thing — she’ll never snag a fella,
With picture hats she’s an umbrella;
For years she’s posed through storm and strife,
No signs of wear, no signs of life.
A-dangling from her many angles;
She stands so tall and straight and slim
She looks less like a her than him;
And be it H, V, B, or Y-line,<br-/On her they all look like the I-line;
She has the same sweet, glassy stare
In satin, mink, or underwear;
Poor thing — she’ll never snag a fella,
With picture hats she’s an umbrella;
For years she’s posed through storm and strife,
No signs of wear, no signs of life.
I’d rather see her wearing burlap
And have a little shape to her lap.
And have a little shape to her lap.