BLA BLA BLA DEE BLA!

Cock-a-doodle do! I'm reaching THAT age where one starts to consider their future. At 27 3/4 I want a career change so that in my 30s I still look this amazing but have a sparkling bank account & witty purpose! Like Ironside I wanna be in a courtroom swivelling on my kitten heels (not that bit for poor old wheelchair bound Irony I must say!) checking out potential husbears in the jury! Honestly - it will be JUST like going shopping!

In keeping with my new wont here is a pohem to kickstart the idea.

Read into it as you will.

PS it's your shout!

 

GOLDSIDE

A pohem by Ms Denise Gold

Aged 27 3/4

I want to be a lawyer

I think I could go far

I see myself in leopardprint

Addressing all the bar

So if you're in some trouble

Just call me, I'll be there

But especially if you're 25 with a hot surfer body, tribal arm tattooes, shoulder length thick brown locks & an unfortunate affliction which has rendered you mute but drop dead gorgeous - no verandah over the playpen & a healthy ticker...