I wear my nightclothes inside out
And let the labels flap about
Cos when I wear them inside in
The labels rub and chafe my skin
Daytime clothes are just as bad
My knicker label drives me mad
The label in my bra’s a bitch
I have to twist to scratch the itch
When I’m old and live in care
Stitch labels on the clothes I wear
On the outside labelled Sam
So I remember who I am
Or else I’ll wear them inside out
THAT will make the family shout!
This poem was edited February 2024