January 10, 2011

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  Ode to Duofold

  Come, sing a song of praise for long johns,

  Those garments so wooly and warm.

  Knitted thick and dense and cuddly,

  Keeping man–and woman–from cold’s harm.

   

  Under layers and layers of apparel they go,

  When the mercury dips to a dangerous low.

  Tops and bottoms, leaving no skin exposed

  The most basic of garments, these hard-working clothes.

   

  Underdrawers, longhandles, or flannels

  Their name, it doth not matter.

  The only drawback mine eye hast perceived

  Is that they make me look fatter.

   

  But wintry weather can be wicked

  Causing colds, coughs and a sneeze.

  But for these hard working underduds–

  Our bottoms, they would freeze.

   

  Yea, at spring last, when birds sang and luck was my lady,

  I bought a new set on clearance.

  My bargain bottoms and top I now boldly wear

  With no vain worry for appearance.

   

  Now, let the north wind blow, and flurry the snow,

  The freezing it matters to me naught.

  As long as I’ve Duofold next to my skin

  With warmth and comfort I’m fraught.

   

  by Dame Janette, Mistress of the Diamond T

  of the County of Aux Arc

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