Ode to the lady with the polka dot bag
Everyday I pass you in my car..
Your walking with your bright yellow rain boots..
Your neon pink polka dot purse....
And your bag lady type hair scarf
I can't help but feel sad when I see you truckin
in this sloppy mess...
Your boots all covered in slop ...
And that purse... Its blinding.
I sometimes want to stop and say 'Hey do you need a ride'....
But then I remember you talk to yourself...
I've seen you have arguements with your purse..
And then I realize I don't want to die!
Just know Polka Dot bag lady...
Someone does notice you![]()
The end![]()
Your walking with your bright yellow rain boots..
Your neon pink polka dot purse....
And your bag lady type hair scarf
I can't help but feel sad when I see you truckin
in this sloppy mess...
Your boots all covered in slop ...
And that purse... Its blinding.
I sometimes want to stop and say 'Hey do you need a ride'....
But then I remember you talk to yourself...
I've seen you have arguements with your purse..
And then I realize I don't want to die!
Just know Polka Dot bag lady...
Someone does notice you
The end
