Years ago in textile showrooms
Eye-rivetting model replicas were on display
Of both gents and ladies in great style
In ivory skin-tones looking gorgeous
In neatly dressed up colourful costumes--
As if angels and fairies are treading on flower-feet--
And blowing away our minds and thoughts
Dreaming passionately for such a real life companion
With no heart to tear away our lingering looks !
In stage two,pitch-dark shapes
In uncaring looks and immodest postures
In so-called all modern outfits
Usurped these angels' glass-temples
Paining our looks with disgust !
There came stage three,these models
Again presented with still more atrocity
In clean-shaven heads,o both sexes,
In bitumen dark colours in featureless faces
With unbearable matchless costumes !
In stage four nowadays in showcases
An array of tar-black headless trunks
Represent the most modern men and women--
As if someone unable to bear these ugly replicas
In utter fury had chopped off their heads==
Wearing hats in propped up sticks
With garments that sore our eyes,
Reminding nowadays one needs no brain nor head
Nor looks and charms to jump into these garments !
Lo..what about stage five ?
Would there be monkeys and mongrels to greet in style?
Interesting, especially these lines:
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Nor looks and charms to jump into these garments !