I walked into the shop just for a peek,
But then I saw a necklace, polished and sleek.
My bank account whispered, "Please, don't you dare,"
But my neck shouted back, "I have nothing to wear!"
I tried on a ring with a rock like a moon,
I felt like a queen, or a rich tycoon.
But my knuckle got stuck—oh, the panic, the fear!
I've been wearing this sample for over a year.
Then came the earrings, so heavy and long,
One move of my head and my earlobes go "bong!"
I look like a chandelier, swinging in flight,
Guaranteed to cause whiplash by Saturday night.
My bracelets are clinking like armor in war,
They hear me arriving from three blocks or more.
I'm a human wind chime, a glittery mess,
Suffering greatly for "minimalist" dress.
The clasp is a puzzle, a logic-based test,
That leaves me exhausted and needing a rest.
But hey, if I'm broke and I'm covered in gold,
At least I'll look shiny before I get old!