Crammed into a woman's purse Are objects strange and varied All the things she claims to need That with her must be carried Styled like a small suitcase She handles it with pride But every item placed therein When needed seems to hide Peek inside and you will find Among the clutter there A myriad of beauty aids And things to fix her hair Medications, some loose change And credit cards galore An army knife, two rings of keys And a hundred items more So why do women have the need To carry all this stuff Surely there is such a time When enough becomes enough This mystery bag of awkward size We men do find amusing But we will never understand This practice so confusing
Reason for writing:
I've watched women for years trying to find something in their purse and never could understand why so much had to be crammed into it so I thought I'd write about my observations
Birth sign: Virgo
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