Fashionista! #10: Black Market🐾

( The Blessed Event? )
  
Hello, my darlings. Fashionista here!  
A-tooling ‘round the town to make a score.  
To be selective, anyone who’s near,  
A jungle at the Park, I come for more!  
   
There’s tasty vittles; morning, noon & night,  
I shape-shift to the tiger as I walk.  
The sounds & smells that whet my appetite,  
I go into my crouch, begin to stalk.  
   
But lately I hear ticking from the clock,  
That has the mother in me contemplate;  
To raise a family, so I’m taking stock  
To buy black market and not have to wait!  
   
My chances, slim to none, to find a mate  
That wanders in the Park where we would meet.  
Who lives a life like me, a kosher taint,  
With whom I’d copulate, and after - eat!  
   
That’s why I think the matter makes no sense,  
To eat the dad so I can have a son!  
I’ll meet with my connect, he’s such a mensch,  
At twelve o’clock today, yes, he’s the one.  
   
He’s bringing me some samples, take my pick,  
And when he does, he brings a girl and boy.  
The one’s been circumcised, his little dick,  
I can’t make up my mind; confusion, Oy!  
   
I start to think the happiness we’ll bring,  
The social media will never fail.  
A hipster with a pram, the latest thing,  
I think I’ll keep this one, she’s got a tail!  
   
   
 
   
Jade’s note:  
My Fashionista, for those of you who are meeting her here for the first time, is a shape-shifting character of mine who has been in two of the DUP NaPoWriMos and this is her third!  
   
   
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019