What shall I wear on a clear summer's day
The sky so lovely a blue fragrant style
The wind so temperate like ones in May
And my eyes fall upon a motely pile

So many clothes that I let out a sigh
The magenta dresses studded with onyx flow're
But far too gaudy for my picky eye
I start to lose hope and open the drawer

No patterns nor lively hues for summer
I let the black dress that fall to my ankles
Even the murky shade makes me somber
What shall I wear on day that sparkles

Different clothes create different mood
Therefore be careful with the shirt you chose