Little Black Dress

Here’s to the life of the little black dress

Let’s take a moment to pray

For the sheath served well when, I confess,

I weighed so much less than today.

Its hemline fell just above my knees

In the back was a flirty slit

The drape was divine, an elegant ease

But now it just doesn’t fit.

The zipper won’t budge above my bum

It shows my muffin top

The chest’s so tight that I feel numb

The seams are ready to pop.

So now I sadly lay to rest

My dress for its last gig

In a bigger black dress I must invest

For I’ve grown a bit zaftig!

submitted for napowrimo, Day 6, Valediction