Thursday, January 7, 2010

Ode to My Girdle

My dear girdle
At first you made me want to hurl

My dear girdle
You hold me in
And keep me tucked tight
It’s because of you that I cannot take one more bite

My dear girdle
When I tell people about you their faces curdle

My dear girdle
You are so misunderstood
They just don't realize that you do so much good

My dear girdle
You make the jiggle stop
And get rid of that muffin top

My dear girdle
We are now daily friends
Especially after that the fabric stretches and the metal bends

My dear girdle
It’s because of you my pants button

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3 comments:

kimberly said...

amen sista!

WhisperingWriter said...

Ha, love this.

MOMSWEB said...

I can't imagine your pretty face wearing a girdle, but I guess that's how it became one of your best friends, huh?

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