She throws her bag & slams the door.
Besides him she sprawls on the floor.

‘Makeover is what I need”
Declares she though he doesn’t heed

While yanking clothes, yelling ‘Makeover, Makeover’
like a maniac she marches all over.

With hard Rock now blaring,
little black dress is what she wearing.

Black dress is bit clinging
& the Neck is bit plunging.

Wearing hills & stirring hips,
Bold Red is how she paints her lips.

Pleased with the effect desired,
she adjusts the thing obviously wired.

Feeling confidant she pours herself a glass.
And like a pro puffs with a class.

Soon feeling tipsy she blows his way.
Tilting his head he gazes at the empty tray.

It’s his known way of showing displeasure.
So She pleads, slurs & pleads some more.

“Dear I am sho done with Mish. Goody Two shooz,
Sho just once let me be a bimbo & booze”

Finally he relents & gets up from his place,
Then without a word starts licking her face.

Smiling she ruffles his hair.
And whispers in his ear,

“Don’t worry honey. Like this I won’t roam in street.
As you know I am far less courageous for it!”

Hearing this he jumps up and down.
Wagging his tail dances like a clown.

Defeated she now feels sore
“Damn! Even dogs don’t like bitches anymore!”

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PS : All those who had left nice comments for my first poem must be now regretting for encouraging me