Notice of absence from Doggerel Dave
I do return sometimes... occasionally...
I do return sometimes... occasionally...
What is fashion?
I want to know.
Anna Wintour
Retires I’m told:
Off with her head.
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Go tell me: Fashion is a load of irrelevant crap too many people spend too much time and too much money... .. etc. sitting front of TV half cut on white wine and a wet martini then news and this: In vino veritas: five minutes work.
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Don't know too much about that Dave I pay little attention to fashion. I see it as social pressure by a capitalistic society to make more money by getting you to buy new cloths when you don't need them. Well done Dave
And I've got nothing much I can add to that, Soren. It's an 'in a nutshell' job.
Many thanks for your support.
Just another excuse to screw a few more quid out of the sheep who have been instructed that they will not survive in the world without it. Also one of the most damaging products to the environment and extensively they are made for pennies by forced labour and children. Nicely expressed and written
A global view encompassing the human exploitation, the environmental pollution both in manufacture and disposal plus the general brainlessness of a 'dedicated follower of fashion' (The Kinks did a good demolition job way back in 1966)
Cheers, Tobani.
You are very welcome
You made me think, Dave. Thanks.
“Irreverent crap” the whole of the universe is Irreverent crap. It cannot be happening, but it is.
BANG — here it is—rages on for a few billion years and POOF, gone. But. Wait, NO. It has no beginning. And no end. Good, write, Dave.
And leading thus from that view, the greatest vacuum anywhere in the universe would appear to be between the ears if a fashionista.
Universal thanks, Jerry. You ain't going to let the whole damn thing grind you down, are ya?
There’s a delightfully anarchic spirit to both the poem and its note—half jab, half shrug. The poem itself is razor-trim and winks toward cultural upheaval: a four-line tumble from polite curiosity to icon-toppling guillotine fantasy. With just a whiff of Lewis Carroll and a side-eye to Anna Wintour, it pokes at the cult of style and the arbiters who helm it. Fashion, in this view, becomes a punchline in a world distracted by surfaces, a gloss painted thick over the absurdities of modern living. And yet there’s a strange sincerity too, hidden beneath the sarcasm: a real questioning of what we idolise and why. An enjoyable satire and confession combo.
Wow mate – you have certainly elevated my lines to a level of magnificence I feel I will never be able to aspire to ever again…
I hope you are prepared to accept responsibility for my full on descent into the TV-white wine-wet martini depths of degradation…..
Grateful for your support – really.
I shall be there to cheer you on and keep you on the straight and narrow, should there ever be that need🕊🙏🏻
Strength gained from support - You warm the cockles of me heart, Mate.🙏🏻too.
Never had an interest in fashion or how it looks on others. Never did understand that. Now, my fashion and how it looks on me...very important! 🤣 Most importantly, though, one goes out clothed. 😱🤣 Great job, my friend. 🌹👏
Tristan - many thanks for your continued and consistent support. I do believe that folks should note and take to heart the advice embodied in your penultimate sentence there. A valuable contribution.👍
You are most welcome, Dave!
Yes , The front page Headlines were of this Lady retiring. Who Cares?
As for fashion: My Father's demobbed Suit will last me a few more years yet.
A lot on the Cat- Walk are dressed like Mad Parrots anyway.
Here you have the once in a lifetime chance to resolve the whole situation: just capture the moths hanging out in your father's demob suit, package them up and send to the Cat Walk show and watch 'em tear those flimsies to bits.
(Actually this has already been done, see: -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB5de8TtAjw)
Can't beat You Tube for the freshest news, can yer?
No Moths due to the Overpowering Stench of Mothballs. Sets off Car Alarms when I walk past.
Thanks for the Comment.
Sounds like a move to me - get motorists to rethink their position.
Fashion is what I chose to wear each day Dave. LOL
Andy
Oooooh!🤣
Tremendous. Love the humor.
Thanks - glad it hit home.
The best part, for me anywho, being a fashion plate myself and trendsetter, is the exquisite timing. She literally stepped down coincidentally right after I called Vogue for the umpteenth time. Go figure. Thanks for sharing the news. Beautifully rendered with a haunting poignancy.
You definitely have your finger on the pulse, Missy. I can see your vision is clear and you know what is really going on.
Thanks as usual for your unwavering support.
Fashion is Sir Orchi in days of old, in his suit of armour, lance, etc. He couldn't find a horse, so he rides a mule. lol.
Gonna find yourself a windmill or two?
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