Fashion

Flaunting flounces formerly forbidden,

Undaunted while using the unusually ugly,

The campus coed made her daily debut as though

She were a “come-alive” from the pages of Ingenue.

Increasingly losing inherent identity,

Copiously copying current creativity,

Young ladies unfalteringly followed

The Mary Quant look … anywhere.

Monotonously mimicking the models’ mini,

Flagrantly forgetting figure fouls,

The tall girl appeared as a grasshopper,

The short girl as a stump.

Assuredly aware of admirer’s awe,

Hideously hiking to horrendous heights,

The mini caught like wildfire, and seemed

To be a permanent fashion fixture.

Seriously stymied by the static state,

Paris promptly previewed pandemonium.

The new skirt lengths shot down, and the stores

Became flooded with the midi.

Dogmatically dodging young men’s dissent,

Carefully compiling creative combinations,

The “real” girl emerged—just

Like Yves St. Laurent designed her!

Vicious visions virtually verified

Images impossibly initiated;

The tall girl now appeared at least eight feet.

The short girl? Perfectly square.

Of course, observing other oddities

Presented promptly by Paris promoters,

Granny glasses and shoes from the 40s,

Raged as the look of 71.

Assuredly assuming the apparent,

Frightfully forecasting the future,

What’s left for this year?

Skirts above and blouses below?