What shall I wear? Oh God, what shall I wear?
The responsibility of this one, Is more than I can bear.
My favourite jeans, no longer are, Since helping hubby fix the car!
My best-est top has now ceased to exist,
OH MY GOSH! THIS TAKES THE PISS!
Nothing matches anymore,
There’s just piles and piles upon the floor,
Of clothes and socks and even my shoes,
Screaming inside, I cry, WHAT CAN I DO?.
In my mind I watch the flames, as they curl and twist up high,
I see the bonfire in the garden, and me cackling at the sky.
In my mind I also see, the scissors, big and sharp,
Maybe I shall transform this mess, into a wearable piece of art?
A car boot sale enters my brain,
But I really can’t be arsed,
That’s too much work, right here and now,
I need to get dressed, and get dressed FAST.
The pressure is on, the panic sets in,
Just grab something that makes me look thin,
Great this will do, I no longer have time,
This is ok…. I’m sure I’ll look fine.
I get downstairs, and give my man a kiss,
But I can’t resist the burning question….
“Do I look fat in this”????