CHARITY BEGINS… AT A CHARITY SHOP
Not looking for a “Nobel” or trying to be noble
Recycling not disposal seems a reasonable proposal.
Man died of hangover in Dover
His pullover was a leftover
Restored to its prime, minus the grime
In a store I frequent with my lover.
I like to visit the charity shop
For books and operetta
It caught my eye and I’m not shy
A beautifully crafted sweater.
It cost three pounds, now that’s a steal
No sweatshop labour is part of its appeal
Top of range, from snobby posh store
Kind of deal plebs can’t ignore.
Warm as toast and dressed in cashmere
Don’t feel cold, even in Grassmere
Have little money but I wont be quivering
Give my thanks to a goat stood shivering.
Prigs have fits of distemper
When confronted with my jumper
“You do not know where it has been”
“Don’t give a shit, it smells quite clean.”………………
Put your nose down, stop that bitchin’
Kindly get out of the kitchen
Allow me time and space to pitch in
Dead man’s clothes, loved ones are ditchin’.
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