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​"The peachy pink looks good,

but then so does the baby pink 

Oh dear, there's also hazy sandalwood!"

Choices, I swear, they make me sink. 

"The polka dots napkins are hundred per piece,

and the plain ones for fifty, ma'am."

I see the price tags and Holy! apiece  

this much for these measly napkins? Damn.

It's a real struggle I tell you, 

this business of choosing.

Thin, wide, soft, sturdy, pink, or blue.

Cash, well am I losing.  

Oh it sounds mad, but nothing beats 

the satisfaction of proudly sashaying around,

and up and down the cobbled streets 

in skirts wine red, velvet violet, or warm brown.

I am not that rich girl 

who can flaunt different dresses

every other day, and hurl

it away the next day perhaps, like cut off tresses.

Oh, but the happiness

I get when I am wearing a pair of yellow sun

for earrings and oh! oh! guess

how pleasing it is to wear these shawls, finespun?

These delicate bracelets on my wrists,

with their cute charms?

or the glossy pink tint on my lips?

do you know how good they feel, ma'ams?

I am not a rich girl,

I can't throw my money all over the place,

I can't buy gold, ruby or pearl

as I wish. All I do is, scorn my wishes with grace. 

But come money at hand,

Guilty I am of blowing it away

like the blown off desert sand

But, but, stuff I see sure make me sway. 

The little white bear with blue bowtie keychain,

The silky satin crop top,

and the striking black skirt wrapped in chain

all from this store and that shop.

They make me feel good.

They make me feel la mademoiselle

They make me feel like I'm in Hollywood

Or like I'm living some kind of stellar spell.

You can think, what you want sir

I say spending on me by me

whether it be on pricey silver or faux fur 

they sure are bubbles of joy to me.