Stroke Zine - For the ladies!

The Posh Frock. This is a poem I found in a lovely book called ‘Posh Frocks and Postings’ by Maggie May. I refuse to say if this has ever crossed my lips!!!

How often does it happen
when you pop into a boutique,
you spot a little number,
but your conscience starts to tweak?
You try to walk straight past it
but you fell it’s really you,
besides, it’s what you’re needing
to wear at Fridays do…
The sales girl spots you looking
you know you shouldn’t buy it).
Too late, she’s swooped upon you
saying, ‘would you care to try it?’
A seconds hesitation
then to the fitting room you go
(it’s communal and heaving
and undies overflow)
Someone’s doing battle
with zip that doesn’t meet.
It’s bottoms up - arms flying
(not to mention all that heat.)
You peel off outer garments
then dive in, like the rest.
You hope the outfit’s worth it
and makes you feel well-dressed.
The first glance in the mirror
tells you…this is really it.
(You’ll trim the household budget)
no smoked salmon for a bit.)
When husband sees you in it,
an admiring kiss he plonks,
just smile, then sweetly tell him-
‘Oh this…I’ve had it for yonks!’

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Tee hee - I refuse to say if I have ever done that too :rofl:

Great poem.

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:joy: :joy: Love that. My lips are sealed :joy:

Regards Sue

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Go I dare you, nobody’s watching. Glad you liked it. Best wishes N

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Us women are a devious lot aren’t we? Glad you liked it. There will be more!!! Best wishes N

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Thank you @Norma751 for that beautiful nugget here’s an oldie but a goodie from one of my many lumeries

Phenomenal Woman

BY MAYA ANGELOU

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,

They say they still can’t see.

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing,

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need for my care.

’Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

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I was in here, but didn’t peek, honest.

:heart:

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That’s a beautiful poem Mich, and reminds us lasses that we do have a place and a purpose and we ARE phenomenal! Best wishes Norma

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Thank you @Norma751, i’m absolutely besoted by maja angelou’s work. Here’s another beauty!:
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

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