This poem is dedicated to the people of St Mellons in their struggle to retain the right to shop in their pyjamas.


I am here to express solidarity From the people of Ely Who wear our pyjamas quite freely When we nip out to the shop. I think it’s very quaint and I don’t want it stop. DO NOT GIVE IN TO THE PYJAMA POLICE! Why not pop out in jimjams in the night? Surely this is a basic human right. Jama clad shoppers in St Mellons Are not felons. Their money is as good as yours. Take pause. You can shop in tuxedo, zoot suit, or plus fours Or tiny skirts showing your drawers Mechanics in dirty overalls, farmers in wellies Builders sporting builders’ bums and builders’ bellies. Compared to all that nice PJs are great. Who do Tesco think they are trying to dictate What we wear as they take our money? It isn’t big, and it isn’t funny. For under the winceyette and the flannelette Give us our due We are the same as you. If you prick us do we not bleed? And does not Tesco bleed us all dry? If you tickle us is it not best that we wear pyjamas? If you poison us, I suppose we might well die, But if you ban us – shall we not seek revenge..... By shopping at Aldi’s or maybe Lidl’s .....?


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