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She Shops at Victoria's Secret
by Joe CramerShe shops at Victoria's Secret
While I get to wait outside.
I peer into the window for a peek
Getting only furtive glances and scowls.
She always shops at Victoria's Secret
While I stand plaintively near the front door.
I try to imagine what she tries on,
How it fits, what it will look like
From my mournful perch at the entrance.
She says they are gifts, these selections she makes.
For her mother, her Aunt, long since removed.
I know that they are not for my viewing
Or my eschewing for that matter.
She shops at Victoria's Secret all of the time,
Though never, not ever with me.
12/10/2007 Author's Note: Inspired by a friend here.....
Posted on 12/10/2007
Copyright © 2026 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/10/07 at 06:11 PM God, I would love to be able to shop there. *sigh* |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 12/10/07 at 06:17 PM Now this made me laugh! So cute with just the right mix of humor and anguish! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/13/07 at 11:21 PM Quite funny Joe...I've often heard that Victoria's real secret is that the only women who can shop at Victoria's Secret are those who look like their models, or something like that. The only way I can shop there are for things that don't have a size. LOL!
~Chelle~ |
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