VICKY'S

The moment Vicky saw me,
I could tell she was impressed.
There was something about me,
That was different from the rest.

She looked me up and down,
And smiled, "You should be mine."
So I soon became Vicky's.
Initially, it all seemed fine.

She even told her friends,
To come around and see me.
And their looks of approval,
Confirmed that I was lovely.

I believed I was lovely, too.
That was, until one evening,
When she said the best place for me,
Would have to be the bin.

For she had only put on weight,
Instead of weighing any less.
It didn't turn out how she'd planned.
So I became, "That blasted dress."