Perceptions (or a mirror on fashion)

The boy I spy across the aisle
His mac done up in grand old style
Considers he is quite a dasher
Pity he’s dressed like a flasher.

I like big earrings, yes Siree
But harbour no illusion
That dressing like a Christmas tree
Won’t cause the cat confusion.

Mohair jumpers, baby pink – though popular with some;
Enough to drive a boy to drink – when girlfriend’s dressed like Mum.
For well loved garments such as these, although a recent fashion,
Were all the rage a score ago, and fanned our parents’ passion.