| But I Haven't Got a Thing to Wear
Plop through the door comes an invitation,
You feel great excitement and elation.
Followed quickly by deep despair;
"What on earth am I going to wear?"
Worry not; help is at hand,
At an amazing emporium, all will be grand.
Hats, suits, dresses and other treasure,
Off the peg or made to measure.
Special orders are our forte,
Glamorous, elegant or nicely naughty.
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