Shopped for a bra today
I’d rather shop for shoes
Victoria’s secret is still one
Because I was clueless.
What a bust.
Room spun around
So confused
Miracles, wonders, angels
Flying around my head
Such lust.
Fluff and satin
Boas and lace
Teddies bare
Were in that place.
A real must.
Somewhere between
A Dixie cup
And a big gulp
Can I be on Victoria’s Honor Roll
With a C Plus?
By Phyl Johnson
Copyright 2004 by Phyl Johnson.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.
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