Who Is She?

Putting on my walking shoes, big and brown I have the intention of going to town Pulling my pants up over my butt before the mirror I begin to strut Hmmmm, who is this person staring at me I've not seen her before, who could she be She's wearing my clothes and ripping out the seam Fatter than I , she's not one but a team When did she move in here with me? Where did she get my house key? I get up at night to have a snack She beats me to it and jumps back in the sack She follows me to the grocery store I'm finished shopping but she throws in more Candy, cookies, sweet stuff like that Good grief, no wonder she's so fat. She's been in my checkbook, too, I see The bank called me yesterday, said I owe a fee If I leave money laying around She'll grab it and run to town She takes my car and runs it out of gas This one sure has lots of brass I try to confront her but she quickly hides She shows herself only when she decides In the mirror I am combing my hair Suddenly her big face is there She wears all my makeup packs it on thick I try to confront her, she runs away quick I go to the mirror and try to see And right away she jumps in front of me She eats my food and wears my clothes How long she'll stay noone knows June 5, 2005 copyright © Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria All my poetry, and other writings are all legally ©Copyrighted before posting. Do not use .Thank you. Lunaria.