CONFESSIONS OF A DRESSOHOLIC!

I've got a bad obsession,
It needs to be controlled,
For I fear my wardrobe may no longer hold.

It's been like this for months and months,
I've become a mess,
You see that when I go to the shops my eyes'll flick to a dress.

I tell myself there is no room to store another one,
But by the time I've thought about it SNAP! It's bought and done.

And then I arrive home, it's time to tell my mother,
That this time I could NOT resist and had to buy another.

But going upstairs is by far the worst part of this story,
As I open my draws, already full, it's the end of all the glory.

I push and shove with all my might, but they refuse to fit,
Fury fills my flustered cheeks whilst my teeth begin to grit.

I ask my self everyday 'is it worth the stress?'
Then retail brain buts itself in: 'of course dear, IT'S A DRESS!'

But next time when I go out I know it will be different,
Unless their new stocks been shipped in then I'll buy one in an instant!

by vera©