Shopping

In my country bumpkin village,

I am known as nonpareil.

Yesterday, in town, the city dogs

Curled their lips at me: "Unknown Pariah."

Haute couture held my pants too tight.

Fashion fancied my shirt a rag.

Distract that critic-hawk of the world,

And watch the swallow-tailed sparrows cut a caper.

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