Get Ready

Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear Hold thy breath for combat into that coveted dress Ladies, unite, squeeze tight - let thy true self appear 'Tis the festive season for the expansive rear That limp lettuce leaf - the villain, I duly confess Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear Oh! How I fought against sweetmeats throughout the year To don the finest apparel with undue stress Ladies, unite, squeeze tight - let thy true self appear I wrestled into my garb and what became clear The malady on the raiment is anyone's guess Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear On reflection, my right thigh exposes a tear The mirror glowered the fabric is less times less Ladies, unite, squeeze tight – let thy true self appear I am no Damsel in distress with this form – no fear Strutting a designer tear, exuberates finesse Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear Ladies, unite, squeeze tight – let thy true self appear