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Post by vixen on Oct 22, 2006 13:18:02 GMT -6
The Jean Buying Disaster
Shopping has become an exercise in futility for me There’s nothing out there For a middle-aged grandma to wear I just wanted a pair of jeans It should not have been a monumental task
But there I was, running from store to store Like a chicken with its head cut off Finally coming to the realization That is was not meant to be There would be no new jeans for me
I did find a commonality though… In each and every place The jeans had no waist I jumped in numerous pair And in every one my midriff was bare
Oh, they were cute enough, to be sure On a lithe young body With tiny little hips A scar free tummy And a belly button ring
But I am painfully aware That no one out there Wants to see me A middle-aged woman With a caesarian scar
And… the cute little camisole tops Are made for cute perky little boobs I’d have to have mine custom made, Industrial strengthed At Martha the tent- makers shop
So I went home empty-handed Resigned, feeling maligned And I pray that some day That someone with compassion Will be in charge of fashion
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Post by glenn on Oct 22, 2006 13:41:28 GMT -6
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 22, 2006 23:00:15 GMT -6
there's something to be said for wearing clothes, which don't leave One feeling half naked, even after putting them on.
Witty piece, written on truth. Great job
Soul
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Post by rrw on Oct 23, 2006 7:46:24 GMT -6
Very witty and observant. Everything is geared towards the young, even though the baby boomers have a lot of power.
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Post by anirbas on Oct 25, 2006 8:45:44 GMT -6
hehehelarious, Vix! I think most of us have been at this point at one time or another in our lives...either way, fluffy or thin, I HATE shopping! but, I got a kick out of reading this offering...got more, V? Nir.
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