So now a suit I sow. 
In sooth the suit may bring me woe. 
Unless I try I’ll never know.  

Pursuing Sue Purring

Perfection in a suit should be,
well-tailored for a woman. She
Should feel the fit, a second skin,
That she will want to wander in.

Perchance a purchase I’ll pursue,
So soon my suit may suit my Sue.

If indeed I sow a seed,
The seed I sow will need a plow. 
The plow I ply, to play I plead
To sow my seed not with a sow.

So now my suit I set in play,
My one fear is that she will say,
As doctors once said, “Suture self,”
And set my suit back on the shelf.