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Leather Forever


Satisfaction is hard to find, and 

wanting things gets you in a bind

If one thing was mine forever

it'd be leather, never pleather.  

I know you're thinking, "why a purse?"

This girl is studying to be a nurse. 

I do like school and class as well, 

but limited edition purses ring my bell. 

Purses hold things near to us.

They keep stuff safe, and have our trust. 

Last fall, it was Louis Vuitton, Coach, and 

Michael Kors that kept every girl doing extra chores. 

Those prices kill,

but everyone knows hard work pays that bill.

Stranded on an island, 

crossbody across my chest, 

I would find myself happy because leather is the best. 

 

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