Little Teen, Who Clothes Thee?

                               (With apologies to William Blake)

 

  Little teen, who clothes thee?

                                                  Dost thou know who clothes  thee?

Pays the bills that let thee buy

Everything that meets thine eye,

Pre-washed denims, miles too tight,

Bean boots, tee shirts of delight,

Which all end up on the floor

Whilst thou goes collecting more?

                                                
                                                Little teen, who clothes thee?
                                                Dost thou know who clothes  thee?

                                                Little teen, I’ll tell thee –

Quit texting, I’ll tell thee -

He is called by thy name,

Not thy first, thy surname,

He is meek and he is mild,

But his name is not Rothschild;

When he sees thy latest bill,

Thee’ll know what’s meant by “Dressed to kill!”

Little teen, God help thee

To get a job to clothe thee!