Ex- Fashion Diva~what Happens After The Show Poem by Teresa Dearing

Ahhhh, the life of a fashion divia, shop until U drop.
I well remember those days, when I could really hop,
Alas, my figure plumped, my hair now gray and thin,
The deepest cut of all, are the shoes I now fit in.
They must be low, not tall, and big, not small,
But even those pinch as I walk the mall.
Once I had the legs to show in any skirt,
Now it's blue jeans, that I cover with a shirt.
Oh, only be thinner and quicker on my feet,
I think that as a granny, it really would be neet.