I always have a pair of cherries hanging by a hook
a faux Moschino message that combats the Tidy look
there they hang so humbly housing tacky chapstick urns
among unopened lipgloss pouches waiting for their turns

I always have a row of golden ***** along a string
they get to feeling restless, so I take them for a swing
but usually I opt for something practical, discrete
and in between the straps I’m always hiding something sweet