The Wherewithall
He hasn't the know-how to choose matching clothes,
so he dresses in everything from his head to his toes.
He likes bowler hats and beanies and fedoras with feathers,
and bright purple dotted socks with complimenting leathers.
Tweed fancy jackets and scruffy farm boots
with sky blue pullovers under smart business suits.
Bow ties and waist coats that barely fit,
buttoned up to burst when he bends down to sit.
Soft suede skirts that sway when he moves and
fluffy pink scarves with those bright purple shoes.
Then dressed to his best (yellow gloves, sequin vest)
he goes out on the town, leaving no time to rest.
He hasn't a frown for people bringing him down,
those who point, laugh, giggle and run.
He knows he's adorable, after all he's the Wherewithall,
they're just too afraid to have fun.
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