……..and now for something a little different.  Thirty years too late, this is my attempt at the spoken word.  Queue the hip-hop beat, please ……………..

Slammin’

It was all about the hair……..all shiny and bouncy

Tack on the smile and I charmed my way in

That ………..and… I had a remarkably tiny waist

I was a darling with potential  /   credentials

All bought by mom and dad

Sashaying my way through life with an inherent sense of entitlement

Step aside    Confidence is everything

Right place at the right time

For many years I was firmly in the A pile

I played their game  – Always respectful –

But I grew neglectful, complacent,

No excuses.  It just happened

I slipped

Past the Bs

… .. just never stopped sliding

Down

To the inevitable Cs

I’m heavily wedged here now –

Just ordinary in the dairy aisle, non-descript at best

Pride now is inessential

I’m  practically toothless

Tethered to my favourite comfy chair

High definition / social media are my drugs of choice.

Quiet now… I’m no one’s voice

My destiny was inevitable. But wait, my heart still beats

Like Ursula the sea witch I rise up and roar…  I’m not done yet.