At dawn I wake, with good intent
To make sure all my money's spent
I'll head to town, I will not wait,
Knowing my day will surely be great.
don't have a job, hence little cash,
To squander on this worthy trash.
But what I've got, I must make sure,
Is destined for velvet, silk and fur.
I head to Digbeth, knowing full well that,
There I will find my abundant tat
I'm greeted by satin in all patterns and shades,
My desire for bright colour never fades.
Before I know it, my hands are full,
With denim jackets, blouses, and wool
It smells of must, but I don't care,
Some are even a little threadbare.
I try them all on and to my delight,
They all fit wonderfully, perfectly right!
It's amazing how, in piles of junk,
One can find such wonderful funk.
I dash to the counter, tenner in hand,
This escapade has gone just as planned.
So remember this, my frivolous friends,
A real fashionista customises and mends.
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