Laugh if you will, or enjoy it and smile. But, I wrote you a poem (it just took a while.) Yes, I write silly poems when the mood takes hold. Some are awful and boring, but a few are pure gold. An Ode To My Handbag Keeper of secrets Secure and discreet From boardroom to ballroom Without missing a beat Soft, luscious leather Or feathers and beads My obsession has grown tPF plants the seeds With every season New collections abound The colors, the styles More treasures are found Need a mint or an aspirin I have it right here My bag is a treasury I embark without fear All I could need All I could want Ive got it inside My bag is a font Now the piping is wearing The strap a bit frayed Ill move on, choose another The day I get paid!