The times of workers – they’re gone.
A dreary past when they’d put on
Their good set of clothes after work.
Moreover (as if to outdo this quirk)
Those clueless brutes
Got out their suits
We’re lucky to live in brighter days,
Much more refined in all our ways.
We’re smarter – look at it from any angle! –
Our favourite garment (boys, let it dangle!)
Fluffy and smooth
In greyish hues: