The End Of Pyjamas

Getting Dressed For The Return To Work Or Trying To. And Failing.

As lockdown ends the office calls And no more zooming in our smalls

No half-dressed bodies on the screen When only our top half is seen

We must get dressed and look our best And no more hair that’s like a nest

We pull those suits out of the drawer And realise they don’t fit no more

A vicelike waistband, it’s a sin I’d better throw them in the bin

And as we hobble back in heels We surely look like weighty seals

And off we go, return to work We might be fat but we won’t shirk

So all of you with lockdown weight Just try and put less on your plate

A decent figure will come back And chocolate you don’t need a stack

So grin and bear it off we go Don’t worry if those fat rolls show