Nothing to wear? In the kitchen, I wrote a poem about the problem. It's horrible to be home alone When it's time for tea And you don't have a hot scone When you're in in a jam, without any jam I gave a scream, I've finished the cream! I have to to go shopping But first I am stopping To decide what to wear The cupboard is full but I am bare Rows and rows of summer clothes that it's too cold to wear I can't wear a cocktail dress to go shopping Or a small swimsuit for buying some fruit I must pack summer clothes into a suitcase Ones with short sleeves I do not need Put them in storage and clear this place When you're alone, what to do about that? I grabbed a pink jacket, black purse and white hat I hurried down to the seven eleven (In truth it was Tesco, which won't rhyme with heaven) The man at the till gave a glum hello And glum goodbye when I had to go (Home - I'd phoned a friend) He doesn't care what you wear Hi job is checking what you spe...