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

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