Where’s All My Stuff?

“My shoes are gone!”
I say to my spawn
The knowledge that I plead:
“Do you have my new shirt?”
And “Where is my black skirt?”
“No” is not the answer I need.

My makeup, my blush,
My earrings, hairbrush,
All mysteriously disappear.
I demand their return,
She just can’t discern;
Borrow, then return. Are we clear?

You’d lose any wager
If you bet my teenager
Didn’t have all my accoutrements .
It’s no surprise,
Since we wear the same size,
She has a sense of entitlement.

I look in her room
With a slight sense of doom,
I find all of my missing clothes.
I said she may borrow,
If she return them tomorrow,
Their location she would not disclose.

When I was a teen
I’d never wish to be seen
In the clothes that my mother wore.
My sisters stuff
Was more than enough.
I don’t want to, but I will lock my door.

I might also try
Starting to buy
Uglier old lady clothes
She’d never steal
My shoes with no heal
Or my beige support pantyhose

Shopping list:

Granny panties- XXL
Mothballs to add smell
Orthopedic shoes in brown
Mesh hair net (that’s sad)
Skirt-pleated plaid
Makeup in shades of a clown.
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THE DAILY POST
Sep 30, 2014
DAILY PROMPT
Truth Serum
You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?

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