My Turn Will Come
A battle with myself
I am still on the shelf
What do I do to be seen
Is it my none red lips
Is it I have no hips
Why are they always so mean
Sitting here patiently
None seem to notice me
I want to feel like a queen
Stand tall I admonish
You really are a dish
You could be on the big screen
My turn will come I know
To be dressed and on show
In my best dress of dark green
With all the trimmings round
I look good and astound
Topped with red beads I preen
Just hold me gentle please
You must never me squeeze
My holly leaves prick quite keen.
GG 12/11/2013
Contest entry. Contest sponsored by Dr Ram
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
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