the Trophy Wife...
was not supposed
to get pregnant
there is no room
in a Corvette
for an infant seat
she dieted
"accidently"spilled her cocktails
wore big T shirts
avoided sex
until it was
too late
to do anything
about it
avoiding sex was easy
you'll ruin
my hair
my makeup
my nails
my clothes
she knew
it was much more important
for her to look
than to be
when he found out
he exploded
how could you let this happen
don't think you're gonna get fat like my ex
what's gonna happen to those $5,000 boobs I just bought you
don't think this is gonna change that prenup
so Barbie
came down
off tiptoe
saw the world
at eyelevel
for a change
the view
was not very pretty
not
what she
had bargained for
to get pregnant
there is no room
in a Corvette
for an infant seat
she dieted
"accidently"spilled her cocktails
wore big T shirts
avoided sex
until it was
too late
to do anything
about it
avoiding sex was easy
you'll ruin
my hair
my makeup
my nails
my clothes
she knew
it was much more important
for her to look
than to be
when he found out
he exploded
how could you let this happen
don't think you're gonna get fat like my ex
what's gonna happen to those $5,000 boobs I just bought you
don't think this is gonna change that prenup
so Barbie
came down
off tiptoe
saw the world
at eyelevel
for a change
the view
was not very pretty
not
what she
had bargained for
posted by CCCCppppCCppp at 8:40 AM
5 Comments:
WOW. Interesting poem. Where did you get your inspiration?
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hmmm....very pregnant lady with very big hair with very old gentleman getting into very small sports car during very loud argument in very public parking lot
excellent poetry!
I liked that!
Wow, such a poem from mall-watching! I read some more of your stuff, I am going to dust off my poetry pen... cil... err, writing utencil thingy.
Good stuff.
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