Ode to Business Casual

Oh, Business Casual
The strangest of attires
We would much rather be in jeans
But you mask our hearts' desires

We spend our days at computers
Hidden behind our desks
But it is still important
To never show our breasts

And, so, business casual
To you we must concede
A new wardrobe is bought
That contains a lot of tweed

Editor pants and shell tops
Skirts below the knee
Cardigans and blazers
Banana Republic tees

Can I wear knee-high boots?
Business Cas, you're rules are muddy
If I pair them with a mini
Will that look way too slutty?

You do have your upside
You make me feel grown-up
But the dry-cleaning bills get me
When I spill my coffee cup

If it weren’t for you
I'd always wear t-shirts
But now I own button-downs
And pleated tea-length skirts

You've taught me about grosgrain
And to love pinstripes
But your shoes hurt a lot
So I wear flip-flops at night

And, oh, Business Casual
As a temptress you are cute
Fewer things make me more confident
Than a brand new Laundry suit

I love to wear capris
With some pink kitten heels
A fitted short-sleeved polo
Is enough to seal the deal

The men all wear stuffy shirts
And their noose-neck ties
But I've got a J Crew pique dress
So I get all the guys

And, so, Business Casual
You may take all our money
But you're still just an excuse
To shop at Anthropologie
(I know it doesn't rhyme, but just go with it)