clothing fantasy

wearing my words on my sleeve!

My smoking coat is smoking
and my hat fits like a glove.
My shoes have been a shoe in
at the local fashion club.

My hair cut (by a hair)
is a cut above the rest.
My shorts have shorted circuits. 
I'm invested in my vest.

I brawled to get my bra
and they call my top the tops.
My head band has been banned
since it flipped off my flip flops.

If only they wouldn't store
my wardrobe in a store.
I could wear them anytime
even when the store was "clothes."

The End

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