I want to be a solid-shoed lady

who gets things done,

you know, cleaning & tidying & cooking & decorating.

Instead, I am a lightly-shoed lady

who whiles away the morning writing poetry.

My house is a mess, alas!

It's almost Christmas & my fake tree is still unboxed!

Not a decoration in sight,

not a single present purchased or wrapped.

I guess I am not the lady I want to be,

although secretly I'm exactly who I want to be-- 

me.

So now I will abandon this silly poem & put on my solid-lady shoes.