' ' ' ' ' ' Oxford And Oxfam Poem by Dónall Dempsey

She was a mess
(and worse)
she knew it

a mismash
of mismatch

Moschino Prada
Kenzo Gucci Max Mara

but all the money
couldn't buy her

style!

All her clothes screaming they
'didn't suit her! '

Even though they drapped
the shape of her

body

she couldn't wear them
well.

Her clothes
ignored her

they all just sat there
on her

going nowhere.

Yet her kid sister
could wear anything

any cheap shit
and she looked fablously chic

a million dollars

even though it came from Oxfam
for a fiver!

Her sister
her twin

sister
younger by a minute

even looked better
than her

in her birthday suit.

And oh how
she loved

to hate her


...hate her!