I used to live like a mice, Living in an underground civilization, Scurrying all about, Every seconds not to waste, I see that big, fat, yellowy cheese ahead, It's close, It's what I should want, After living this life.
But then one day I found out, A mice's life is not all about a lumpy piece of cheese, It's about something else, Without realising, I'm fragile and worn inside, What for am I acting all tough and strong, When you had offered your shoulder for me to lie on? I'm a broken vase, Yet you patched me for good, The cracks could barely show, I'm as good as new, Forget being a mice, I'll be what I am, It's my life, You're not gonna use me, Guy, And I've caught your witty scheme, Arnold, Thanks, Nat, Because of you, I realised, I wanted to be a domestic godess....with law graduate certs.
THis is inspired by Sophie kinsella's Undomestic godess. I had just finished reading.
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A new blog by me Stephanie. Where's the old posts? Gone. DELETED. I'm starting anew.