Rumpled

Dear sir

You wear wrinkled rumpled clothing

Tattered tee shirts sporting silly slogans

Jeans a bit too baggy

Often your collar rides cockeyed

One side tamped down

The other attempting flight from a

Lackadaisical and haphazard jacket

You are rather casual

Yet you clean up quite well

But left to your own devices...

Perhaps sir you need a wife

Why are you wearing THAT shirt she'll say

But will you comply

Or will you heedlessly go on as you do

Your head too full of thought

To take note of your attire

Absentmindedly grabbing 

Your only clean shirt

Or the trousers at the top of the pile

Maybe taking a moment to consider the weather 

Alas sir

But perhaps to your advantage

Your tousled duds add immensely to your charm

And like a man with a puppy

Attract the very women from which to choose your absolute soul mate 

©kcasady2014