Sam Phillips Poetry

They begin to paint us a picture
Of their feelings towards their new dress
Then stop before the idea takes shape
The rest they expect us to guess
They claim to be animal lovers
And crumble over big, fluffy ears
But if six or more legs scuttle before them
The real malice appears

Although not alike in appearance
Though they may be biologically changed
Our wobble-boarded friend from down under
And our female friends are the same
So when next you are poised with the question
“Does my bum look big in this?” don’t fret
Merely picture your answer, look her straight in the eye
And say “can you guess what it is yet?”

Poet: Sam Phillips