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.
Sep 30, 2014
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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