Match, match, I love to match
A jacket and top, a top and skirt
A coat and hat, If it doesn't match
I feel quite hurt
Now some like to have variety
Even if it means notoriety
The world's a big place
So they are free
But matching is the way for me
You match shoes, gloves, socks
And shells, rings and rocks
A 3 piece suite, even two clocks
The carpet here and there
A set of dining chairs
A bag, belt and hat
How smart is that!
The French will match
Plain colours, neat
Simple elegance
Head to feet
The style I hate
Which makes me late
Is trying to match up
Separates
A trouser suit
And a pair of boots
I know some folk don't
Care two hoots
In England we like pairs
Evens, dozens
Things are different with
Our Japanese cousins
Where my tea cups are four or six
But the Japanese have sets of five
Our ways of thinking do not mix
Do differences help you survive?
I like outfits' fabrics to look the same
Match labels, a perennial game
Perhaps the hardest but best match
Is the middle of hatch, match and despatch.
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