By splatipus Date: 2002 Jul 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.06.12.56.13802]] |
Oh God, there's Mr. Darcy Right, stand up straight woman! Hold that stomach in! Oh why did I have to be wearing this? Why am I trying not to fall out of Or breathe out in a Stupid slinky dress? Why did I have to be stood in a pub? Not the right setting for The chubby chick in the ball gown. Where's your jeans And your multiple of sins hiding Hippie Chick top When you need em? 'Oh, come on' The voice in my head twittered 'You knew he might be there It was one of the reasons Why you were so easily persuaded To go with the others' 'Wow!' he smiled when he saw me In my stupid slinky dress Did I detect a hint of humorous sarcasm? Oh well, it is Mr Darcy. But I made the most of His friendly hug and kiss God, his hugs are fabulous! I didn't want to let him go but had to. Now woman, keep remembering You're wearing a stupid slinky dress! Hold your stomach in Stand up straight Don't say something TOO mental And hide that look in your eyes! Oh WHY is he so unobtainable? Why did he have to marry Miss Bennett? |