Fashion

The peak arrived in sixty-nine:
My fashion ways she guided.
Sartorial elegance was all mine:
No one had style like I did.

In Kings Road shops she found the stuff
That couldn't be more trendy.
One set of kit was not enough
To turn me out a dandy.

A dove grey suit that showed the dirt
And one in dark green velvet,
A subtle chocolate brown silk shirt,
And scarves! Yes, scarves! Believe it.

There's something I can now disclose
(In chinos and a jumper):
I may have let her choose my clothes
But she never let me hump her.