by Linda Bayley-Brown

Created on: August 19, 2009

Most of us girls love a handbag or two
Ok .. maybe it's many more than a few
Shoes too we can never have enough
We say to ourselves standing in the buff Gazing into our closets shaking our head
At nothing to wear the thing we all dread
Our men will soon kick up a mighty stink No understanding of 'It HAS to be pink'
Or new shoes with matched bag of gold

Unlike the ones lining the cupboard so old
We say calmly as we clench our knuckles
'No dear! THIS needs shiny new buckles!'


Tenaciously hanging on with all his might
Shops and plastic gives him such a fright
For him the poor darling it comes so hard
'Oh why can't she get an Oxfam gold card Or shop at Primark for bargain affordables
No Fendi, Choo's, Gucci or other fine labels'


He tries very hard to be no mean old fart When we gals state no letting out any dart
Can ever make THAT piece fit to wear again
And a new outfit is all that we want and yen
We ruffle his hair while kissing his manly cheek
Willing his resolve to become pliable and weak


Soon houses of chic couture she is hitting
HIM by her side with his teeth firmly gritting He's dizzy with thoughts of plastic melt down
Face strongly etched with a wearisome frown
Waiting ensconced in a chair and finally sitting Whilst she's happily inside the room for fitting


Then out she comes giving him many a twirl The woman he loves is such an adamant girl So despite all those big piles she will sort it Yes he concedes it's because 'she is worth it'
'Honey I got the baby blue instead of the pink'
Looking at him sheepishly giving a girly wink !

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