A Clothes Horse
She drags them in
She drags them out
She wears some once,
Others are never worn at all.
She is a clothes horse
A fashionista, a diva.
She has two walk in closets,
And converts a bedroom into another one.
Are all of these clothes for her?
Where will she put all of these shoes?
Bam. She makes another bedroom into a shoe closet.
Pretty soon we have to dine there in between shoes and boots.
Amazon boxes are arriving daily.
Her house is pregnant with them, about to burst.
She has run out of room. Will she buy a new house?
Will she throw something out? She begins to stack couches
For she likes buying furniture too.
When will she have enough?
Or will she just die there, trying to punch her way out?
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