Panting and puffing as I hold it in, Pulling and tugging, it aint gonna win. Sucking it in as I play with the zip, Tummy in way, but I will make them fit. 14 in one shop, size 16 next door, 12 I tried on as I laid on the floor. Groaning and moaning from cubicle came, Trousers don't fit, now fed up with this game. Comfy's a must, so to lycra I zoom, Looked like Max Wall, as I cat walked the room. Hipsters a no-no, my middle does flop, Look 10 years old in this stupid short top. Changing my mind I made way to a dress, Sack of potatoes, I looked such a mess. All that was left was a pretty black top, Tight and revealing, one move and I'd pop. 3 hours of searching for something to wear, Special occasion, found nothing, despair. Hunted through wardrobe, and typical girl, Loads there to choose from, now give us a twirl. Dream Catcher |
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Nothing To Wear
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