You thinking me in gowns and boards
collecting more exam rewards
is so beyond realité
you must have drunk a brewers' dray!

Now I realise that many need
to dress to some internal creed,
or say the things they want to say,
or just because it's nice today.

But please accept I won't appear
at any place with rules on gear
I have to wear or leave behind:
I'm not the style McCarthy kind.

It shouldn't be a big surprise
when looking out with balanced eyes
detesting every social schism,
to see dress codes as dress fascism.

Doggerel to doggerel
tat to tat
you write me such
I write it back.

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