Trousers through all the town!
And the tailors' dummies with iron for tummies
Smirk in their blue and brown;
I float in a slithering simoon
Of fevered and surging tints,
And my ears are dulled with the mighty throb
Of the Male Best Dressers' Hints:
Pantings! Pantings! Pantings!
My wardrobe, they send it fleet....
Ah, the Is and the Was and the Never Does....