They've left another plastic bag
To put in clothes I've spare
So off I go to the wardrobe
To check what I've got there
These pants are only 38'
I think I'll put those in.
But then I'm having second thoughts
I might once again be thin.
All these shirts are far to small
I guess they must have shrunk
They certainly no longer cover me
All around my trunk
But if my pants begin to fit
I'll be needing those.
And item after item
That's the way it goes
So then I see the shoes in there
The ones with the pointed toe
From my Winkle Pickers days
Surely they can go
Hang on just a minute
That fashion might return
Then those fancy shoes
Some money might well earn
So there I am with my empty bag
Which In the bin I'll throw
When the next pops through the door
I'll have another go.