My Beautiful Garment With Natural Colours

I have a beautiful garment my father gave to me He too got it in an occasion of manumission from slavery Beautiful garment he celebrated in remembrance of that jubilee Before he handed it over to me as a sign of always being free What a garment! My fantasy lured me to sew it into an apparel of simplicity My beautiful garment with natural colours to show my domesticity Which I gave to my friends who claimed they know a London tailor Was given to an unskilled cutter called Mr. Taylor What a gaffe! Who made patches on it like annotations made by annotator When my reasoning compelled me to agitate the awful patches made all over the exterior The bespoken tailor stood speechless and indifferent While my friends request another opportunity for adjustment What a grief! With my assessment, can I believe such proposed resolution When my lamentation has gotten me a better recommendation with good execution? My heart is once again lifted by a testimonial that boost my morale That I shall wear my apparel of simplicity for the whole world to hail.