A Poem for shellynoir

I promised shellynoir a poem this month.




Ann Taylor is too Bright

I cannot leave the house
My hair is not done
Blue eye shadow is worn by hipsters
and who wants to be associated with them
It's warm under the dog
This hot toddy won't fit in a mug
Snow is in the forecast
But... there are trousers on sale at Ann Taylor
Wool ones, lined, in my size
Fortunately, with the internet I can click buy.