The Best Dressed Man

They'd come to get me, take me back to explain,
why I'd been so smart, what I'd wanted to gain,
with my pointed shoes and blue silk mohair suit,
RAOC tie, stiff collar, wavy hair was rather cute.

I was helped on with my gray coat and fur collar,
the ensemble,' persona, charisma was top dollar,
'Are you dancing?' Anton queried patent leather shoes,
as the Aston smoked out of a poxy little mews.

I entered the competition, to prove I could win,
my pursuers saw my cuban heels, now I'd begin
to draw away and prove that I could hack it,
but damn, I was beaten by a man in a striped jacket.

Perhaps it was Joseph who'd been thrown in a pit,
the coat of many colors was just too good a fit.