White Uniform

White Uniform 

I am pristine and bright,

Sparkling and ironed right,

I drape the kids of conscious clear,

I am the white uniform everyone fear.

Every year I arrive anew,

Mostly stitched, readymade by a few,

Students eager to wear a new dress,

But soon forget not to mess.

Kicked and slapped with dirty limbs,

Sprayed upon with juicy wimps,

Fed vegies with ketchup and sauce,

Soon my brilliant halo is at a loss.

I come home ragged and brown,

Into a sea of dirty linen I drown,

Next day I am scaled with water and soap,

To remove the brown is the parents hope.

Brushed and beaten till I shine,

Mutilated, wringed until a feeling of not so fine,

I toss and turn when machine run,

That’s when I declare, life is not at all fun.

Finally dusted and hung,

Out in the basking sun,

Dried to the marrow in the bone,

Ironed till crease and lines shone.

Ready to be draped again,

New week, new day not in vain,

That I am old only a few know,

Sparkling white uniform, I am as good as new.