Oh, to be certain, she* was dead serious.
Quoth she, "...THIS fashion plate." to, smiling, scale
Me lo, from pink headband to tall boots' dense
Black, like the comment she was stylish thence
Was--what? to MY attire?! and whither? pale
As friends and kindness, poor attempts t'avail
Myself of being half stylish, all's pretense?
So guys stop talking when I pass, a sense
Of turning heads mine for too long sans bail.
I'm "never good enough." Or what is't, fer
All that? What am I chasing? Wherefore do
NonChristians seem...is't kinder? Why in poor
'Scuse did the church um, ladies, tell me two
Times that: "your outfits are [for aught as twere]
E'er intresting."?! Laugh. Tell me what is true?
I've been turning men's heads for 20 years, to no avail.
*Church ladies from another church concurred with her assessment, ergo, what's with the ladies I did hobnob with, eh?! Envy?