My new shirt

The weekends, I find, are a very quiet time om Sound Cloud. So I decided to take the opportunity to upload a couple more poems (set to music). There is a story that resulted in this poem - something that rarely happens with my "songs" which tend to be triggered by a phrase or similar which I come across and feel it would make a decent lyric. Some years ago, I spent a weekend in Brighton, here in the UK; a place with a reputation for quirky shops in an area known as THE LANES. My wife dragged me into a men's outfitters, and saw a shirt on display. Well my dress code might have been called "boring" or "dowdy". Lots of different shades of grey, white and maybe blue,; but certainly plain coloured, never a trace of a pattern. This shirt was certainly based on white, but had a bright red, large paisely pattern. Very much not ME. But my wife insisted, it was bought, quite expensive, rarely worn and became something of a talking point. Anyway, it eventually got it's own poem and here it is with a slightly amusing treatment - barber shop quartet with a tuba and xylophone. MY NEW SHIRT Today, I purchased a brand new shirt A little bit red but, OK; It's colourful, patterned Will stand out in a crowd, Wearing it makes a statement, "This is me, and I'm proud" To be just a little bit different. Just for once in my life I'll stand tall So don't tell me it's flash; Nothing so rash! It's just a little bit loud - That's all.