Infamy

Oh the disgrace Infamy and shame The ridicule that’s now Poured on her name. There’s no escape For she’s been seen Trying to fake a pair Of Designer jeans. She couldn’t afford The poor dear soul The real thing and so She cut her own holes She fooled the world For just a little while Except they didn’t have That designer style. No ragged edges, They looked too neat, Too contrived and Not really incomplete . Sent to Coventry by Her fashionable peers Subject of ridicule Whenever she appears. Oh the disgrace To be publicly seen With fake holes cut In counterfeit jeans. She wears whole jeans now One of the new fashion bold And tells the world at large Her legs are no longer cold.