Mrs Posh Goes Shopping

Mrs Posh Goes Shopping

 

Mrs Posh and Mr Posh are going to a do,

And Mrs Posh is at the mall to look for something new.

She looks around in several shops before she finds the one,

That stocks just about everything there is under the sun.

 

She spots something familiar that’s marked up in the sale,

A range of heart shaped underwear all hanging on a rail.

At first she freezes in her tracks and feels a sudden chill,

But manages to move on past by using strength of will.

 

She spots a lovely evening gown a little further on,

And takes it to the changing room to go and try it on.

She almost has the dress done up, but can’t believe her luck,

She can’t pull either up or down, the blasted zip is stuck.

 

She goes to ask for help from the young girl who should be there,

But the girl has vanished, she can’t see her anywhere.

She sits down on the changing bench to think what she can do,

She doesn’t want to walk around with private parts on view.

 

She slips her own dress on and does it up over the top,

And sets off from the changing room to wander round the shop.

Typically there are no shop assistants to be seen,

She’s looked in all the places that she thought she might have been.

 

Approaching the shop window she then spots a friend outside,

She dashes out the door to ask her if she’ll come inside.

But her friends already legged it and left havoc in her wake,

And Mrs P is mortified to realise her mistake.

 

All of the alarm bells are now sounding at full blast,

A hand goes on her shoulder with the words “caught you at last”

She’s taken to an office to be questioned thoroughly,

There are bars upon the windows and no sign of any key.

 

At last she has explained the situation she was in,

The person who is grilling her now bears a smirking grin.

Off the ball gown’s back something bright red is there dangling,

A heart shaped bra caught in the zip and jamming everything.

 

© Yvonne Nowakowski 2009

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