Don't be surprised that I'm about to spit a rhyme about an article of clothing. Many of you already know that I'm sort of a goofball. Remember back in 2005, when I wrote Ode To My Thermos? That was real and from the heart, y'all. It's been a few years, and I'm feeling like waxing poetic again. My love for my black trench coat is real. I'm feeling extra amorous right now, because while trying to figure out what to wear to Blogalicious 2009, one thing I never doubted was that I would take my black trench coat. This weather down south is all over the place right now, and my classic trench coat is perfect for it all. Plus, it looks just as fab with my favorite pair of jeans and Chucks as it does with a cocktail dress and heels. I love my black trench coat, y'all. I wrote a poem about it.
Here you go:To borrow from the great E.B.,please, "let me count the ways".
You stylishly complete me on those cool and sunny days.
And when the rain surprises us the way it always does,
I simply pop your collar--when it rains or just because.
And when you cross my mind at night the way you sometimes do,
You discreetly cover what my lover gets to view.
While fashion trends may come and go like random acts of kindness.
You, my love, will always be-- classic and chic and timeless.