What I am Wearing
Does it matter what I am wearing?
I am so happy I have ceased caring;
What I have on may be considered daring.
I am wearing my “stinky shoes”
In a contest for pretty feet, I would surely lose!
Not even that would give me the blues.
My pants are severely out of style
I honestly haven’t worn them for a while;
I am clueless how they made it to the top of the pile.
Not that anyone would care,
The elastic is shot in my underwear;
It is time to get a brand new pair.
My T-shirt is old and worn out.
The stylish black shirt may give me some clout;
You definitely won’t see me pout.
This jacket may be the oldest article of clothing I own,
It is tattered and dusty and needs to be sewn;
I won’t be posting a pic from my phone!
My hair is pulled back in a ponytail,
A little lipstick keeps my face from looking pale;
I have finger nail polish on more than one nail.
My look is not at all pulled together,
I am just barely prepared for the weather;
Yet, there is one thing that I wear with pleasure.
Like a crocodile’s, it shines broad and wide,
I wear it with a great deal of pride;
The smile I am rocking today is bona fide!
Miz Meliz 