HIS FAVOURITE SHIRT

His favourite shirt he wore every day
The colour was blue with flecks of grey
To the outside world he had no other clothes
To him he felt so comfortable I suppose

His favourite shirt he wore never got dirty
Been on his person since the age of thirty
Whatever the weather this shirt was worn
Was always smart and never torn

His favourite shirt he wore was the best thing he liked to possess
However when he got home he slipped on a dress
The dress he wore was soft on his skin
It was time to dispose his favourite shirt to the bin