Fashion

I have none
Comfort is my goal
In warm weather I'm cool
In winter I avoid cold

You may find me in the grocery store
Wearing fuzzy shoes
Could be some pajamas
Every day or two

I must have elastic bands
And long and floppy shirts
Even a base ball cap
Doesn't hurt

Those days I don't comb my hair
My hat is my best friend
With a big smile
My garments don't offend

I'm at the age
I have no one to impress
Comfort is my king
I just don't care I guess

I hear a whisper
every now and then
"Oh, don't mind her
She's gone around the bend".

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