Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Dis"clothes"ed

It was kind of a chilly day,

So layers of clothes I did don.

I stopped in a park on my way,

And found a bench to sit upon.

Picked up a book someone left there.

"The Joy of Clothes," the book was named,

Had positivity to share

Of good fashion as pages claimed.

I read the book for a short while,

But clothes never meant much to me.

I cared little for fashion style,

And had someplace I needed be.

Having to go, exit I took,

But my clothes stayed to read the book.