Straight black shirt and white blouse,
An outfit that will surely arouse
Memories in any girls who've served
In a shop where they observed
A dress code which proclaimed to all
They were a place which one would call
Upmarket, where they usually sell
To rather wealthy clientele.
Where sales assistants must be smart,
And selling really is an art,
For madam must be made to feel,
She really is, oh, so genteel.
Assistants clearly understand,
Her every wish is their command.
They flatter her and help her try
All she thinks that she might buy;
Telling her in every case,
"That outfit really suits your face."
Madam thinks they are so kind,
For not one ever seems to mind,
How much time she takes to choose
A nice new dress or pair of shoes;
And they are always so polite
And take an interest in her plight
When she has need of something new,
And no idea of style or hue.
The salesgirls on the other hand,
Are living in a different land;
Their minds are not on madam's needs,
Her outfits, hats or fancy beads,
But their commission, which depends
O making sure that madam spends
Lots of money, so that they
Will earn a decent wage that day.
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