Her outfits shriek 'available', 'desperate' or worse.

Appalling pink lycra
and scandalous little tees.
A strapless slit maxi
or a baby doll chemise -
belts lashed oh so... Scarlet O'Hara tight!

Last month she flirted with Fitness:

Hence the cropped, hennaed hair
and imposing distance spikes
lime sweat-wicking singlet
and shock-absorbing Nikes -
but no-one's fooled she sports un-sculpted calves.

Last week I spied her downtown.

Duffled in carnelian
(a treasure from Vinnie's?)
blog-worthy booties
and an obscenely mini mini.

Spiked Kardashian heels
             click 
clack
            clicked cross the disapproving cobbles.

I grimaced and squeaked 'Hiiii, Liiiiz'.

Later - safely concealed in my small minded home I...

rummaged the cupboard
drew out my prized kapot *
smoothed the soft red fibres
and pronounced it kaput!*

* Kapot (French) - a long cloak, usually with a hood.
* Kaput from the German kaputt done for