My Epic Poem!

T-shirt, Bracelets, Light blue Jeans,
Her wardrobe bursting at the seams.
She quickly rises, getting dressed,
Looking forward to her quest.
She swiftly glances at the time,
Singing a familiar rhyme.
She grabs her bag left on the chair,
And ventures out into the ice cold air.

Groups of people lost in chatter,
The smell of burgers, crispy batter.
She squeezes her way through the crowd,
Walking quickly, her head bowed.
She thinks to herself, “let the battle commence!”
Her bag held high in her defence.
She peers at the shop’s display,
Anxious eyes in every way.

Clothes, she sees in every style,
Slowly, she begins to smile.
Entering to collect her supplies,
Shirts and skirts in every size.