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
