Stripped Bare

I look in the mirror and stare
Can that really be me standing there?
What has happened to my body?
It wasn’t always so shoddy.
I took it for granted in its day,
I can see that… now ALL my hair’s gray.

The once pert breasts are saggin’ sadly
But I endure that fault quite gladly.
I nourished four hungry children,
Was a right milkin’ cow back then.
They were once full, firm and milky white
Some bastard’s stolen them overnight.

Waist has a spare tyre… for a Mac truck
I don’t give a… damn, it’s how I’m stuck
The hips have spread out and are loose
It’s from child-birth, that’s my excuse
And I’ll swear to it on a bible.
Disagree? I’ll sue you for libel.

The bum cheeks are dimply and draggin’
Out the back I’m towing a wagon.
The thighs bulge and tell the tale,
Each one the size of a small whale,
I know what’s caused it…it’s cellulite!
Insidiously I’ve lost the fight.

Got ugly scars on my poor old knees
From metal replacements at huge fees.
The once sexy ankle and leg
Now resemble a bloody keg!
From too much good livin’, puffed with fluid,
Hard to believe they once caused thoughts lewd.

My upper arms are saggy, baggy,
I’m the original ‘tuck-shop lady’.
Forearm ends in sausage fingers…
Smooth, slender memory lingers
Of embraces while my heart went wild,
Of holding my precious new-born child.

With my clothes on I don’t look so bad,
Long as you’re half-blind and slightly mad.
I’ll find my sister and compare…
“Now, why on earth would I have stripped bare
And be walkin’ up the garden path?”
“Oh yair! I was gunna have a bath!”

Stripped Bare

Rosepoet

Balgal, Australia

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