NO TURKEYS, NO DANDRUFF SHAMPOO

So often I wonder, why is it I grieve
For things not to be, to see, or to know…
Why do I shed tears, without and within,
For things I can’t change, for things that are so?

Some platters hold turkeys, berries and bows,
While others hold teardrops, troubles and woes,
So why do I grieve, for mine holds them all…
Why spend time in grief for missing the ball?

And if it were so, I’d get chance to dance,
What then would I wear…what then would I do,
My platter is empty, no gown that will fit,
No shoes without fray…or dandruff shampoo?

I have not a berry to redden my cheeks,
No bow for my hair or gown with white lace,
But worse of all is this sullen fact,
No girdle on earth can hold fat in place.

I look in the mirror, find makeup has smudged,
A putrid reflection of self is seen there…
Brought on by self-pity, the grieving for self…
And all because life is seen as unfair.

A kick to the mirror, a crackle of glass,
Improves this drab mood, gives me chance to laugh,
I put on some music and shake these old hips…
And soon I am feeling like head of the class.