Everything seems <br />two sizes <br />too small for you. <br /> <br />That sweater (Jesus wept!) <br />making me perspire <br />never mind the guys <br />getting hot under the collar. <br /> <br />And those jeans <br />as if painted upon you <br />(are they for real?) <br /> <br />Unable to bend down <br />I have to retrieve your fallen purse <br />for you. <br /> <br />And woah... <br />...those stilettoes! <br /> <br />Like how <br />do you stand up <br />never mind walk? <br /> <br />Seems like you would need <br />a mathematical formula <br /> <br />to get in motion! <br /> <br />I say: 'Say Cheese! ' <br />for the camera <br />and the camera <br />catches you mouthing: <br /> <br />'Sex! ' <br /> <br />I ask you <br />what you <br /> <br />call this look? <br /> <br />And you say <br />'Girl...I calls it sex...on a stick! ' <br /> <br />'I'm sex on legs....babeeee! ' <br /> <br />I give up <br />trying to <br /> <br />... keep up with you!<br /><br />Dee Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/keeping-up-with-miss-jones/
