Sex and the City

I’ve been watching too much Sex and the City
Its not good for a girl’s psyche

An episode a day keeps the mean reds at bay
But back to back action brings panicked depression

The clothes and the cocktails
The men and Manolos

Is much much removed
From my dull life of shoes

“Of false idols beware”
said the chap in the air

Is Louboutin a God?
Can’t I worship the clog?

And as for the sex
Well it makes this girl vexed

Who has room for a swing?
And that vibrator thing?

Now I sound like a prude
And I quite like the rude

It’s a bit of a mare
For a poor confused bear

Now…Aidan or Big?
Knowing my luck…Stig