I am your pink top
You liked me a lot
You saw me at the shop
And felt forced to stop
You looked at my price
Wondered if it was wise
Grabbed me from my hanger
And I staggered
I could feel your adrenalin
You thought I was amazing
Decided I was too good to leave
Although I didn’t come cheap
Paid for me with a smile
Marvelled at my style
Wore me with zest
Constantly ironing me lest
Even by a fraction
I lost my attraction
You hung me with care
I felt happy, free from despair
Your friends liked me as well
With perfume I usually smelled
But one day you bought my rival
Your grey top saddened me with its arrival
For it soon became your loved one
And I was shunned
Days passed by and months and years
Soon it was just as I had feared
You wore me less and less
I was no longer hung, just left in a mess
The grey acquisition was followed by many
Although they cost a pretty penny
One day I was accidentally torn
At my ravage and hurt I mourned
But even this I tolerated
Stood with breath abated
But today you used me to dust the table
To suppress my anguish I was unable
More insult I do not need
Finally my humiliation is complete