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Being a woman!!!!

Being a woman!!!!

Every morning at six on da hour

Peel myself out of me bed for da shower

Scubbing me body from tip to me toes

Suds now buring me eyes and me nose

Jumping out drying as quick as i can be

When pulling my clothes on there blooming stuck to me!!!

Hairdryer raging now its near blowing a fuse

Hair twisted and mangled oh so amused

Straightners are out and  smoke fills da room

Styling now complete time for perfume

Me face needs some attention,colour and style

Foundation,eyeshadow,blusher,mascara,liner

And not forgetting the lippy for da smile

Powder now piled on ta keep it in place just

So i can hang on to this pituresque face!!!!

Grab a quick coffee as im nearly always running late

Tripping and stumbling as i make for da gate

When da heavens opens up with a major downpour of rain

Me hair and me pituresque face needs doing again!!!!!

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Tina Moore

i love this sandra lol ,men don't know the half of the struggle women have getting ready lol . you made this funny and serious at same time   good write !!      tina x

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BLOSSOM

Brilliant Sandra!  Smiled from the first line and my grin got bigger as I read on!!  My kind of humour, and so well written!  Deserved nomination!! :)

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